STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Utterson
o
thelawyerwasamanofum
aruggedcountenancethatwasnunca
neverlightedbyasmile;frio
cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;backwardinsentiment;
lean,
longo
long,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
e
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,algo
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;algo
somethingindeedwhichneverfounditscaminho
wayintohistalk,butque
whichspokenotonlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerrosto
face,butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhisvida
life.Hewasausterewithhimself;
bebeu
drankginwhenhewassozinho
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;e
andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,tinha
hadnotcrossedthedoorsofum
onefortwentyyears.Buthe
tinha
hadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;às vezes
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthealta
highpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;e
andinanyextremityinclinedtoajudar
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
dizer
sayquaintly:“Iletmy
irmão
brothergotothedevilinhisownway.”Inthischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobethelastreputableacquaintance
e
andthelastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.E
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheyvieram
cameabouthischambers,henunca
nevermarkedashadeofmudança
changeinhisdemeanour.Nodoubtthefeatwas
fácil
easytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthe
melhor
best,andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinasimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkof
um
amodestmantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;e
andthatwasthelawyer’sjeito
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhis
próprio
ownbloodorthosewhomhehadconhecia
knownthelongest;hisaffections,
como
likeivy,werethegrowthoftempo
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Hence,
sem
nodoubtthebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,o
thewell-knownmanabouttown.Itwasanuttocrackfor
muitos
many,whatthesetwocouldver
seeineachother,orwhatsubjecttheycouldencontrar
findincommon.Itwasreportedby
aqueles
thosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheydiziam
saidnothing,lookedsingularlydulle
andwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofum
afriend.Forallthat,the
dois
twomenputthegreateststorebyessas
theseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelofcada
eachweek,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,mas
butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheypudessem
mightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeoftheseramblesthattheir
caminho
wayledthemdownaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.The
rua
streetwassmallandwhatischamado
calledquiet,butitdroveum
athrivingtradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
todos
alldoingwell,itseemede
andallemulouslyhopingtofazer
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
que
thattheshopfrontsstoodao longo
alongthatthoroughfarewithanar
airofinvitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Mesmo
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsmais
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,therua
streetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,como
likeafireinaforest;e
andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,e
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantlypegou
caughtandpleasedtheeyeofo
thepassenger.Twodoorsfromonecorner,ontheleft
mão
handgoingeastthelinewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;e
andjustatthatpointum
acertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableontherua
street.Itwastwostoreyshigh;
mostrava
showednowindow,nothingbutuma
adooronthelowerstoreye
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;e
andboreineveryfeature,as
themarksofprolongedandsordidnegligence.A
Thedoor,whichwasequippedcom
withneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisterede
anddistained.Trampsslouchedinto
o
therecessandstruckmatchesono
thepanels;childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;
theschoolboyhad
tentou
triedhisknifeonthemouldings;e
andforcloseonageneration,noonehadappearedtodriveawayestes
theserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
e
andthelawyerwereono
theothersideoftheby-street;mas
butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerlifteduphiscanee
andpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
perguntou
asked;andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedin
o
theaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“withuma
averyoddstory.”“Indeed?”
disse
saidMr.Utterson,withaslightmudança
changeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
casa
homefromsomeplaceatthefim
endoftheworld,abouttrês
threeo’clockofablackwintermanhã
morning,andmywaylaythroughuma
apartoftownwheretherewasliterallynada
nothingtobeseenbutlamps.Rua
Streetafterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetapós
afterstreet,alllightedupasse
ifforaprocessionandallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintoque
thatstateofmindwhenahomem
manlistensandlistensandbeginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,I
vi
sawtwofigures:onealittleman
que
whowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodpé
walk,andtheotheramenina
girlofmaybeeightordez
tenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossrua
street.Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughat
os
thecorner;andthencame
a
thehorriblepartofthecoisa
thing;forthemantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’s
corpo
bodyandleftherscreamingontheground.It
parece
soundsnothingtohear,butitwashellishtover
see.Itwasn’tlikea
homem
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
I
dei
gaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,e
andbroughthimbacktoonde
wheretherewasalreadyquiteum
agroupaboutthescreamingcriança
child.Hewasperfectlycool
e
andmadenoresistance,butdeu
gavemeonelook,souglythatittrouxe
broughtoutthesweatonmecomo
likerunning.Thepeoplewho
tinham
hadturnedoutwerethegirl’sownfamília
family;andprettysoon,the
médico
doctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.Bem
Well,thechildwasnotmuito
muchtheworse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;e
andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbeanfim
endtoit.Buttherewas
uma
onecuriouscircumstance.Ihadtaken
uma
aloathingtomygentlemanatfirstsight.Sohadthechild’s
família
family,whichwasonlynatural.Mas
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckme
me.Hewastheusualcut
e
anddryapothecary,ofnoparticularagee
andcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccente
andaboutasemotionalasabagpipe.Bem
Well,sir,hewaslikeo
therestofus;every
vez
timehelookedatmyprisoner,Ivia
sawthatsawbonesturnsicke
andwhitewiththedesiretomatá
killhim.Iknewwhatwasinhis
mente
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinminha
mine;andkillingbeingoutof
o
thequestion,wedidthepróximo
nextbest.Wetoldthe
homem
manwecouldandwouldmaketal
suchascandaloutofthisasshouldmakehisnome
namestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.Se
Ifhehadanyfriendsou
oranycredit,weundertookque
thatheshouldlosethem.E
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinvermelho
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasmelhor
bestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.I
nunca
neversawacircleoftão
suchhatefulfaces;andtherewas
o
themaninthemiddle,com
withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtambém
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,senhor
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchooseto
fazer
makecapitaloutofthisaccident,’disse
saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.Nogentlemanbut
deseja
wishestoavoidascene,’diz
sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’
Bem
Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’sfamília
family;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;
mas
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusque
thatmeantmischief,andatlasthestruck.Thenext
coisa
thingwastogetthedinheiro
money;andwheredoyou
acham
thinkhecarriedusbuttothatlugar
placewiththedoor?—whippedoutakey,wentin,e
andpresentlycamebackwiththequestão
matteroftenpoundsingolde
andachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearere
andsignedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,embora
thoughit’soneofthepointsofmyhistória
story,butitwasanome
nameatleastverywellconhecido
knownandoftenprinted.Thefigurewasstiff;
mas
butthesignaturewasgoodformais
morethanthatifitwasonlygenuine.I
tomei
tookthelibertyofpointingouttomygentlemanque
thatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,e
andthatamandoesnot,inreal
reallife,walkintoacellarporta
dooratfourinthemanhã
morningandcomeoutwithoutro
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponahundredpounds.Mas
Buthewasquiteeasye
andsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’
diz
sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksabrirem
openandcashthechequemyself.’Sowetodos
allsetoff,thedoctor,e
andthechild’sfather,andouramigo
friendandmyself,andpassedtheresto
restofthenightinmychambers;e
andnextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,fomos
wentinabodytothebank.Igaveinthechequemyself,
e
andsaidIhadeveryrazões
reasontobelieveitwasuma
aforgery.Notabitofit.
O
Thechequewasgenuine.”“Tut-tut!”
disse
saidMr.Utterson.“Iseeyou
sente
feelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’s
uma
abadstory.Formy
homem
manwasafellowthatninguém
nobodycouldhavetodocom
with,areallydamnableman;e
andthepersonthatdrewthechequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtambém
too,and(whatmakesitworse)um
oneofyourfellowswhofazem
dowhattheycallgood.Blackmail,Isuppose;
um
anhonestmanpayingthrougha
thenoseforsomeofa
thecapersofhisyouth.BlackMailHouseiswhatI
chamo
calltheplacewiththeporta
door,inconsequence.Thougheven
isso
that,youknow,isfarfromexplainingall,”headded,e
andwiththewordsfellintouma
aveinofmusing.FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Utterson
perguntando
askingrathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
sabe
knowifthedrawerofo
thechequelivesthere?”“Alikely
lugar
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohavenoticedhisaddress;
helivesinsomesquare
ou
orother.”“Andyounever
perguntaste
askedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”disse
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
I
tinha
hadadelicacy,”wasthereply.“Ifeel
muito
verystronglyaboutputtingquestions;itpartakestoomuchof
o
thestyleofthedayofjudgment.You
começar
startaquestion,andit’scomo
likestartingastone.You
senta
sitquietlyonthetopofuma
ahill;andawaythestone
vai
goes,startingothers;andpresently
algum
someblandoldbird(theúltimo
lastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedonthecabeça
headinhisownbackgardene
andthefamilyhavetomudar
changetheirname.Nosir,Imakeit
uma
aruleofmine:the
mais
moreitlookslikeQueerStreet,a
thelessIask.”“Avery
boa
goodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.“ButIhavestudied
o
theplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcely
uma
ahouse.Thereisnoother
porta
door,andnobodygoesinou
oroutofthatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,thegentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
três
threewindowslookingonthecourtono
thefirstfloor;nonebelow;
as
thewindowsarealwaysshutmas
butthey’reclean.Andthenthereis
uma
achimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;so
alguém
somebodymustlivethere.And
no entanto
yetit’snotsosure;for
os
thebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutos
thecourt,thatit’shardtodizer
saywhereoneendsandoutro
anotherbegins.”Thepairwalkedon
novamente
againforawhileinsilence;e
andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’suma
agoodruleofyours.”“Yes,I
acho
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.“Butfor
tudo
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sum
onepointIwanttoperguntar
ask.Iwanttoaskthe
nome
nameofthatmanwhowalkedoverthechild.”“Well,”
disse
saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tvejo
seewhatharmitwouldfaria
do.ItwasamanofthenameofHyde.”
“Hm,”
disse
saidMr.Utterson.“Whatsortofa
homem
manishetosee?”“Heisnot
fácil
easytodescribe.Thereis
algo
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;algo
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.I
nunca
neversawamanIsodisliked,e
andyetIscarceknowwhy.He
deve
mustbedeformedsomewhere;he
dá
givesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifyo
thepoint.He’sanextraordinarylooking
homem
man,andyetIreallyposso
cannamenothingoutofthecaminho
way.No,sir;
Ican
fazer
makenohandofit;Ican’tdescribehim.
E
Andit’snotwantofmemory;forIdeclareI
posso
canseehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
novamente
againwalkedsomewayinsilencee
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youare
certeza
sureheusedakey?”heinquiredatlast.
“My
querido
dearsir...”beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”
disse
saidUtterson;“Iknowit
deve
mustseemstrange.Thefact
é
is,ifIdonotpergunto
askyouthenameofo
theotherparty,itisporque
becauseIknowitalready.You
vês
see,Richard,yourtalehasgonecasa
home.Ifyouhavebeeninexactin
qualquer
anypointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“Ithinkyou
podias
mighthavewarnedme,”returnedo
theotherwithatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyou
chama
callit.Thefellowhad
uma
akey;andwhat’smore,he
tem
hasitstill.Isawhim
usá
useitnotaweekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
mas
butsaidneveraword;e
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.“Hereis
outra
anotherlessontosaynothing,”saidele
he.“Iamashamedofmylongtongue.
Letus
fazer
makeabargainnevertorefertoisto
thisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”
disse
saidthelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespirits
e
andsatdowntodinnersem
withoutrelish.Itwashiscustomof
um
aSunday,whenthismealwasover,tosentar
sitclosebythefire,um
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehora
houroftwelve,whenheiria
wouldgosoberlyandgratefullytocama
bed.Onthisnighthowever,assoonas
o
theclothwastakenaway,hetirado
tookupacandleandfoi
wentintohisbusinessroom.Lá
Thereheopenedhissafe,tirou
tookfromthemostprivateparte
partofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWille
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
embora
thoughhetookchargeofitagora
nowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendthemenor
leastassistanceinthemakingofit;itprovidednot
só
onlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,todos
allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friende
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatincaso
caseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceou
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedingtrês
threecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydedeve
shouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoessem
withoutfurtherdelayandfreefromqualquer
anyburthenorobligationbeyondthepaymentofafewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.Este
Thisdocumenthadlongbeena
thelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhim
tanto
bothasalawyerandasaloverofo
thesaneandcustomarysidesofvida
life,towhomthefancifulwaso
theimmodest.AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydethathadswelledhisindignation;
agora
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.Itwas
já
alreadybadenoughwhenthenome
namewasbutanameofqual
whichhecouldlearnnomais
more.Itwasworsewhenitbegantobeclothedupon
com
withdetestableattributes;andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmists
que
thathadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofum
afiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
disse
said,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthecofre
safe,“andnowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Com
Withthatheblewouthiscandle,putonum
agreatcoat,andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,isso
thatcitadelofmedicine,wherehisamigo
friend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,tinha
hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
alguém
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadpensou
thought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
e
andwelcomedhim;