STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Utterson
o
thelawyerwasamanofum
aruggedcountenancethatwasnunca
neverlightedbyasmile;frio
cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;backwardin
sentimento
sentiment;lean,long,dusty,dreary
e
andyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
e
andwhenthewinewastohisgosto
taste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhisolho
eye;somethingindeedwhichnever
encontrou
founditswayintohistalk,mas
butwhichspokenotonlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerrosto
face,butmoreoftenandem voz alta
loudlyintheactsofhisvida
life.Hewasausterewithhimself;
bebeu
drankginwhenhewassozinho
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;e
andthoughheenjoyedtheteatro
theatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofum
onefortwentyyears.Buthe
tinha
hadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;às vezes
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthealta
highpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;e
andinanyextremityinclinedtoajudar
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
dizer
sayquaintly:“Iletmy
irmão
brothergotothedevilinhisownway.”Inthis
caráter
character,itwasfrequentlyhisfortuna
fortunetobethelastreputableconhecido
acquaintanceandthelastgoodinfluência
influenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.E
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheyvieram
cameabouthischambers,henunca
nevermarkedashadeofmudança
changeinhisdemeanour.No
dúvida
doubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthe
melhor
best,andevenhisfriendshipparecia
seemedtobefoundedinasemelhante
similarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthe
marca
markofamodestmantoaceitar
accepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofoportunidade
opportunity;andthatwasthelawyer’sway.
Hisfriendswere
aqueles
thoseofhisownbloodou
orthosewhomhehadconhecia
knownthelongest;hisaffections,
como
likeivy,werethegrowthoftempo
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Daí
Hence,nodoubtthebondque
thatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,o
thewell-knownmanabouttown.Itwasa
noz
nuttocrackformany,whatesses
thesetwocouldseeineachoutro
other,orwhatsubjecttheycouldencontrar
findincommon.Itwas
relatado
reportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheydiziam
saidnothing,lookedsingularlydulle
andwouldhailwithobviousalívio
relieftheappearanceofaamigo
friend.Forallthat,the
dois
twomenputthegreateststorebyessas
theseexcursions,countedthemtheprincipal
chiefjewelofeachweek,e
andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofprazer
pleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheypudessem
mightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeoftheseramblesthattheir
caminho
wayledthemdownaby-streetinabusybairro
quarterofLondon.Thestreetwassmall
e
andwhatiscalledquiet,mas
butitdroveathrivingcomércio
tradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
todos
alldoingwell,itseemede
andallemulouslyhopingtofazer
dobetterstill,andlayingouttheexcedente
surplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
que
thattheshopfrontsstoodalongque
thatthoroughfarewithanairofconvite
invitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Mesmo
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsmais
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyvazio
emptyofpassage,thestreetbrilhava
shoneoutincontrasttoitsdingybairro
neighbourhood,likeafireinafloresta
forest;andwithitsfreshly
pinta
paintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,andgeral
generalcleanlinessandgaietyofnota
note,instantlycaughtandpleasedo
theeyeofthepassenger.Duas
Twodoorsfromonecorner,ontheleftmão
handgoingeastthelinewasbrokenbytheentrada
entryofacourt;andjustatthatpoint
um
acertainsinisterblockofedifício
buildingthrustforwarditsgableontherua
street.Itwastwostoreyshigh;
mostrava
showednowindow,nothingbutuma
adooronthelowerstoreye
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredparede
wallontheupper;andborein
todas as
everyfeature,themarksofprolongede
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
que
whichwasequippedwithneithersino
bellnorknocker,wasblisterede
anddistained.Trampsslouchedinto
o
therecessandstruckmatchesono
thepanels;childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;
theschoolboyhad
tentou
triedhisknifeonthemouldings;e
andforcloseonageração
generation,noonehadappearedtodriveawayestes
theserandomvisitorsortoreparar
repairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
e
andthelawyerwereono
theothersideoftheby-street;mas
butwhentheycameabreastoftheentrada
entry,theformerlifteduphisbengala
caneandpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
perguntou
asked;andwhenhiscompanionhad
respondeu
repliedintheaffirmative,“Itisligado
connectedinmymind,”addedhe,“withuma
averyoddstory.”“Indeed?”
disse
saidMr.Utterson,withaligeira
slightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
casa
homefromsomeplaceatthefim
endoftheworld,abouttrês
threeo’clockofablackinverno
wintermorning,andmywaylaythroughuma
apartoftownwheretherewasliteralmente
literallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.Rua
Streetafterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetapós
afterstreet,alllightedupasse
ifforaprocessionandtodas as
allasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintoque
thatstateofmindwhenahomem
manlistensandlistensandcomeça
beginstolongforthevisão
sightofapoliceman.Allatonce,I
vi
sawtwofigures:onealittleman
que
whowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodcaminhava
walk,andtheotheramenina
girlofmaybeeightordez
tenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossrua
street.Well,sir,thetworanintooneanother
naturalmente
naturallyenoughatthecorner;e
andthencamethehorribleparte
partofthething;forthe
homem
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’scorpo
bodyandleftherscreamingonthechão
ground.Itsoundsnothingto
ouvir
hear,butitwashellishtover
see.Itwasn’tlikea
homem
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
I
dei
gaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmycavalheiro
gentleman,andbroughthimbacktoonde
wheretherewasalreadyquiteum
agroupaboutthescreamingcriança
child.Hewasperfectlycool
e
andmadenoresistance,butdeu
gavemeonelook,sofeio
uglythatitbroughtouto
thesweatonmelikecorrer
running.Thepeoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’sown
família
family;andprettysoon,the
médico
doctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.Bem
Well,thechildwasnotmuito
muchtheworse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;e
andthereyoumighthavesuposto
supposedwouldbeanendtoque
it.Buttherewasonecurious
circunstância
circumstance.Ihadtakenaloathingtomy
cavalheiro
gentlemanatfirstsight.Sohadthechild’s
família
family,whichwasonlynatural.Mas
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckme
me.Hewastheusualcut
e
anddryapothecary,ofnoparticularagee
andcolour,withastrongEdinburghsotaque
accentandaboutasemotionalasabagpipe.Bem
Well,sir,hewaslikeo
therestofus;every
vez
timehelookedatmyprisioneiro
prisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnsicke
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—butlevando
carryingitoff,sir,reallycomo
likeSatan.‘Ifyouchooseto
fazer
makecapitaloutofthisaccident,’disse
saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyimpotente
helpless.Nogentlemanbutwishesto
evitar
avoidascene,’sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’
Bem
Well,wescrewedhimuptoacem
hundredpoundsforthechild’sfamília
family;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;
mas
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusque
thatmeantmischief,andatlasthestruck.Thenext
coisa
thingwastogetthedinheiro
money;andwheredoyou
acham
thinkhecarriedusbuttothatlugar
placewiththedoor?—whippedoutachave
key,wentin,andpresentlycamebackcom
withthematteroftenpoundsinouro
goldandachequeforthesaldo
balanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletoportador
bearerandsignedwithanome
namethatIcan’tmention,embora
thoughit’soneofthepointsofmyhistória
story,butitwasanome
nameatleastverywellconhecido
knownandoftenprinted.The
figura
figurewasstiff;butthe
assinatura
signaturewasgoodformorethanthatse
ifitwasonlygenuine.I
tomei
tookthelibertyofpointingouttomycavalheiro
gentlemanthatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,e
andthatamandoesnot,inreal
reallife,walkintoaadega
cellardooratfourinthemanhã
morningandcomeoutwithoutro
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponacem
hundredpounds.Buthewasquite
fácil
easyandsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’
diz
sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksabrirem
openandcashthechequemyself.’Sowetodos
allsetoff,thedoctor,e
andthechild’sfather,andouramigo
friendandmyself,andpassedtheresto
restofthenightinmychambers;e
andnextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,fomos
wentinabodytothebanco
bank.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
andthepersonthatdrewthechequeistheveryrosa
pinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtambém
too,and(whatmakesitworse)um
oneofyourfellowswhofazem
dowhattheycallgood.Chantagem
Blackmail,Isuppose;anhonest
homem
manpayingthroughthenoseforalguns
someofthecapersofhisjuventude
youth.BlackMailHouseiswhatI
chamo
calltheplacewiththeporta
door,inconsequence.Thougheven
isso
that,youknow,isfarfromexplicar
explainingall,”headded,andcom
withthewordsfellintouma
aveinofmusing.Fromthishewas
lembrado
recalledbyMr.Uttersonaskingbastante
rathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
sabe
knowifthedrawerofo
thechequelivesthere?”“A
provável
likelyplace,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohave
notei
noticedhisaddress;helivesinsome
praça
squareorother.”“Andyou
nunca
neveraskedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”disse
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
I
tinha
hadadelicacy,”wastheresposta
reply.“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakestoo
muito
muchofthestyleofo
thedayofjudgment.You
começar
startaquestion,andit’scomo
likestartingastone.You
senta
sitquietlyonthetopofuma
ahill;andawaythestone
vai
goes,startingothers;andpresently
algum
someblandoldbird(theúltimo
lastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isbatido
knockedontheheadinhispróprio
ownbackgardenandthefamília
familyhavetochangetheirnome
name.Nosir,Imakeit
uma
aruleofmine:the
mais
moreitlookslikeQueerStreet,a
thelessIask.”“A
muito
verygoodrule,too,”saido
thelawyer.“ButIhave
estudei
studiedtheplaceformyself,”continuou
continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcely
uma
ahouse.Thereisnoother
porta
door,andnobodygoesinou
oroutofthatonebut,vez
onceinagreatwhile,thecavalheiro
gentlemanofmyadventure.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
againforawhileinsilêncio
silence;andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’s
uma
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
neversawamanIsodesagradasse
disliked,andyetIscarcesei
knowwhy.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
he
dá
givesastrongfeelingofdeformity,embora
althoughIcouldn’tspecifytheponto
point.He’sanextraordinarylooking
homem
man,andyetIreallyposso
cannamenothingoutofthecaminho
way.No,sir;
Ican
fazer
makenohandofit;Ican’tdescribehim.
E
Andit’snotwantofmemória
memory;forIdeclareI
posso
canseehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
novamente
againwalkedsomewayinsilêncio
silenceandobviouslyunderapeso
weightofconsideration.“Youare
certeza
sureheusedakey?”he
perguntou
inquiredatlast.“Mydearsir...”
começou
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
anypointyouhadbettercorrigi
correctit.”“Ithinkyou
podias
mighthavewarnedme,”returnedo
theotherwithatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedantically
exato
exact,asyoucallit.O
Thefellowhadakey;e
andwhat’smore,hehasitainda
still.Isawhimuseitnot
uma
aweekago.”Mr.
Utterson
suspirou
sigheddeeplybutsaidneveruma
aword;andtheyoungmanpresently
retomou
resumed.“Hereisanotherlessontosaynothing,”said
ele
he.“Iamashamedofmylong
língua
tongue.Letusmakeabargain
nunca
nevertorefertothisagain.”“With
todo
allmyheart,”saidtheadvogado
lawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohis
solteiro
bachelorhouseinsombrespiritse
andsatdowntodinnersem
withoutrelish.Itwashis
costume
customofaSunday,whenthisrefeição
mealwasover,tositperto
closebythefire,avolume
volumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingmesa
desk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringigreja
churchrangoutthehouroftwelve,quando
whenhewouldgosoberlye
andgratefullytobed.Onthis
noite
nighthowever,assoonaso
theclothwastakenaway,hetirado
tookupacandleandfoi
wentintohisbusinessroom.Lá
Thereheopenedhissafe,tirou
tookfromthemostprivateparte
partofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelope
envelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWille
andsatdownwithacloudedtesta
browtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
embora
thoughhetookchargeofitagora
nowthatitwasmade,hadrecusou
refusedtolendtheleastassistência
assistanceinthemakingofit;itprovidednot
só
onlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,todos
allhispossessionsweretopassem
passintothehandsofhis“friende
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatincaso
caseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceou
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperíodo
periodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydedeve
shouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’ssapatos
shoeswithoutfurtherdelayandlivre
freefromanyburthenorobrigação
obligationbeyondthepaymentofafewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.Este
Thisdocumenthadlongbeena
thelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhim
tanto
bothasalawyerandasaamante
loverofthesaneandcustomarysidesofvida
life,towhomthefancifulwaso
theimmodest.Andhithertoitwashis
ignorância
ignoranceofMr.Hydethathadswelledhisindignation;agora
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisconhecimento
knowledge.Itwasalreadybad
suficiente
enoughwhenthenamewasbutum
anameofwhichhepodia
couldlearnnomore.Itwas
pior
worsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponcom
withdetestableattributes;andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmists
que
thathadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthesúbita
sudden,definitepresentmentofademônio
fiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
disse
said,ashereplacedthedesagradável
obnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andagora
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Com
Withthatheblewouthisvela
candle,putonagreatcoat,e
andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,isso
thatcitadelofmedicine,wherehisamigo
friend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,tinha
hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
alguém
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadpensou
thought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
e
andwelcomedhim;