The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Gradually Hardening Portuguese B1

STORYOFTHEDOOR

Mr.

Uttersonthelawyerwasamanofaruggedcountenancethatwasneverlightedbyasmile;

cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;

backwardinsentiment;

lean,long,dusty,drearyandyet

alguma

somehowlovable.

Atfriendlymeetings,andwhenthewinewastohistaste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;

something

fato

indeedwhichneverfounditswayintohistalk,butwhichspokenotonlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhislife.

Hewasausterewithhimself;

drankginwhenhewasalone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;

andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.

Buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;

sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthehigh

pressão

pressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;

andinanyextremityinclinedtohelpratherthantoreprove.

“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedtosayquaintly:

“Iletmybrothergotothe

diabo

devilinhisownway.”

Inthis

caráter

character,itwasfrequentlyhis

fortuna

fortunetobethelastreputableacquaintanceandthelastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.

Andtosuchasthese,solongastheycameabouthischambers,henevermarkedashadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.

NodoubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;

forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,andevenhis

amizade

friendshipseemedtobefoundedina

semelhante

similarcatholicityofgood-nature.

Itisthemarkofamodestmantoaccepthisfriendly

círculo

circleready-madefromthehandsof

oportunidade

opportunity;

andthatwasthelawyer’sway.

Hisfriendswerethoseofhisownbloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;

hisaffections,likeivy,werethegrowthoftime,theyimpliednoaptnessinthe

objecto

object.

Hence,nodoubtthe

vínculo

bondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-knownmanabouttown.

Itwasanuttocrackformany,whatthesetwocouldseeineachother,orwhat

assunto

subjecttheycouldfindin

comum

common.

ItwasreportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheysaidnothing,lookedsingularlydullandwouldhailwith

óbvio

obviousrelieftheappearanceofafriend.

Forallthat,thetwomenputthe

maior

greateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelofeachweek,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.

Itchancedononeoftheseramblesthattheirwayledthemdownaby-streetinabusy

bairro

quarterofLondon.

Thestreetwassmallandwhatiscalledquiet,butitdroveathriving

comércio

tradeontheweekdays.

Theinhabitantswerealldoingwell,itseemedandallemulouslyhopingtodobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;

sothattheshopfrontsstoodalongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.

EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsmorefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,thestreet

brilhava

shoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,likeafireina

floresta

forest;

andwithitsfreshly

pinta

paintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyof

nota

note,instantlycaughtandpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.

Twodoorsfromone

canto

corner,onthelefthandgoingeastthelinewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;

andjustatthatpointacertainsinister

bloco

blockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.

Itwastwostoreyshigh;

showednowindow,nothingbutadooronthe

inferior

lowerstoreyandablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;

andboreineveryfeature,themarksofprolongedandsordidnegligence.

Thedoor,whichwasequippedwithneither

sino

bellnorknocker,wasblisteredanddistained.

Trampsslouchedintotherecessandstruckmatchesonthepanels;

childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;

theschoolboyhadtriedhisknifeonthemouldings;

andforcloseona

geração

generation,noonehadappearedtodriveawaytheserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.

Mr.

Enfieldandthelawyerwereontheothersideoftheby-street;

butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformer

levantou

lifteduphiscaneandpointed.

“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”

heasked;

andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”

acrescentou

addedhe,“withaveryoddstory.”

“Indeed?”

saidMr.Utterson,withaslightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”

“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:

“Iwascominghomefromsomeplaceattheendoftheworld,aboutthreeo’clockofablack

inverno

wintermorning,andmywaylaythroughapartoftownwheretherewasliterallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.

Streetafterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetafterstreet,alllightedupasifforaprocessionandallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintothatstateofmindwhenamanlistensandlistensandbeginstolongforthe

visão

sightofapoliceman.

Allatonce,Isawtwofigures:

onealittlemanwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodwalk,andtheotheragirlofmaybeeightortenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossstreet.

Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthe

esquina

corner;

andthencamethe

horrível

horriblepartofthething;

forthemantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sbodyandlefther

gritar

screamingontheground.

Itsoundsnothingtohear,butitwashellishtosee.

Itwasn’tlikeaman;

itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.

Igaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmy

cavalheiro

gentleman,andbroughthimbacktowheretherewasalreadyquiteagroupaboutthe

gritando

screamingchild.

Hewasperfectlycoolandmadenoresistance,butgavemeonelook,souglythatitbroughtoutthe

suor

sweatonmelikerunning.

Thepeoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’sownfamily;

andprettysoon,thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.

Well,thechildwasnotmuchtheworse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;

andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbeanendtoit.

Buttherewasonecuriouscircumstance.

Ihadtakenaloathingtomy

cavalheiro

gentlemanatfirstsight.

Sohadthechild’sfamily,whichwasonly

natural

natural.

Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckme.

Hewasthe

habitual

usualcutanddryapothecary,ofnoparticularageandcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccentandaboutas

emocional

emotionalasabagpipe.

Well,sir,hewasliketherestofus;

everytimehelookedatmy

prisioneiro

prisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnsickandwhitewiththe

desejo

desiretokillhim.

Iknewwhatwasinhismind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;

andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,wedidthenextbest.

WetoldthemanwecouldandwouldmakesuchascandaloutofthisasshouldmakehisnamestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.

Ifhehadanyfriendsorany

crédito

credit,weundertookthatheshouldlosethem.

Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinredhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.

Ineversawa

círculo

circleofsuchhatefulfaces;

andtherewasthemaninthemiddle,withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtoo,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,sir,reallylikeSatan.

‘Ifyouchoosetomake

capital

capitaloutofthisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.

cavalheiro

gentlemanbutwishestoavoidascene,’sayshe.

‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’sfamily;

hewouldhave

claramente

clearlylikedtostickout;

buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,andatlasthestruck.

Thenextthingwastogetthemoney;

andwheredoyouthinkhecarriedusbuttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutakey,wentin,andpresentlycamebackwiththematteroftenpoundsingoldandachequeforthe

saldo

balanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearerandsignedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,butitwasanameatleastverywellknownandoftenprinted.

Thefigurewasstiff;

butthesignaturewasgoodformorethanthatifitwasonlygenuine.

Itookthelibertyofpointingouttomy

cavalheiro

gentlemanthatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,andthatamandoesnot,inreallife,walkintoacellardooratfourinthemorningandcomeoutwithanotherman’schequeforcloseuponahundredpounds.

Buthewasquiteeasyandsneering.

‘Setyourmindatrest,’sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopenandcashthechequemyself.’Soweallsetoff,thedoctor,andthechild’sfather,andourfriendandmyself,andpassedtherestofthenightinmychambers;

andnextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinabodytothebank.

Igaveinthechequemyself,andsaidIhadeveryreasontobelieveitwasaforgery.

Notabitofit.

Thechequewasgenuine.”

“Tut-tut!”

saidMr.Utterson.

“IseeyoufeelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.

“Yes,it’sabadstory.

Formymanwasafellowthatnobodycouldhavetodowith,areallydamnableman;

andthepersonthatdrewthechequeisthevery

rosa

pinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtoo,and(whatmakesitworse)oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheycallgood.

Blackmail,Isuppose;

anhonestmanpayingthroughthenoseforsomeofthecapersofhis

juventude

youth.

BlackMailHouseiswhatIcalltheplacewiththedoor,inconsequence.

Thougheventhat,youknow,isfarfromexplainingall,”he

acrescentou

added,andwiththewordsfellintoaveinofmusing.

FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonaskingrathersuddenly:

“Andyoudon’tknowifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”

“A

provável

likelyplace,isn’tit?”

returnedMr.Enfield.

“ButIhappentohavenoticedhisaddress;

helivesinsome

praça

squareorother.”

“Andyouneveraskedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”

saidMr.Utterson.

“No,sir;

Ihadadelicacy,”wasthereply.

“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;

itpartakestoomuchofthe

estilo

styleofthedayofjudgment.

Youstartaquestion,andit’slikestartinga

pedra

stone.

Yousitquietlyonthetopofa

colina

hill;

andawaythestonegoes,startingothers;

andpresentlysomeblandold

pássaro

bird(thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedontheheadinhisownback

jardim

gardenandthefamilyhavetochangetheirname.

Nosir,Imakeitaruleofmine:

themoreitlookslikeQueerStreet,thelessIask.”

“Averygoodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.

“ButIhavestudiedtheplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.

“Itseemsscarcelyahouse.

Thereisnootherdoor,andnobodygoesinoroutofthatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,the

cavalheiro

gentlemanofmyadventure.

Therearethreewindowslookingonthecourtonthefirstfloor;

nonebelow;

thewindowsarealwaysshutbutthey’reclean.

Andthenthereisachimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;

sosomebodymustlivethere.

Andyetit’snotsosure;

forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthecourt,thatit’shardtosaywhereoneendsandanotherbegins.”

Thepairwalkedonagainforawhilein

silêncio

silence;

andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’sagoodruleofyours.”

“Yes,Ithinkitis,”returnedEnfield.

“Butforallthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sonepointIwanttoask.

Iwanttoaskthenameofthatmanwhowalkedoverthechild.”

“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tseewhat

mal

harmitwoulddo.

ItwasamanofthenameofHyde.”

“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.

“Whatsortofamanishetosee?”

“Heisnoteasytodescribe.

Thereissomethingwrongwithhisappearance;

somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.

IneversawamanIsodisliked,andyetIscarceknowwhy.

Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;

hegivesastrongfeelingofdeformity,

embora

althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepoint.

He’sanextraordinarylookingman,andyetIreallycannamenothingoutoftheway.

No,sir;

Icanmakenohandofit;

Ican’tdescribehim.

Andit’snotwantofmemory;

forIdeclareIcanseehimthismoment.”

Mr.

Uttersonagainwalkedsomewayin

silêncio

silenceandobviouslyundera

peso

weightofconsideration.

“Youaresureheusedakey?”

heinquiredatlast.

“Mydearsir...”

beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.

“Yes,Iknow,”saidUtterson;

“Iknowitmustseemstrange.

Thefactis,ifIdonotaskyouthenameoftheotherparty,itisbecauseIknowitalready.

Yousee,Richard,yourtalehasgonehome.

Ifyouhavebeeninexactinanypointyouhadbetter

corrigi

correctit.”

“Ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheotherwithatouchofsullenness.

“ButIhavebeenpedantically

exato

exact,asyoucallit.

Thefellowhadakey;

andwhat’smore,hehasitstill.

Isawhimuseitnotaweekago.”

Mr.

Uttersonsighed

profundamente

deeplybutsaidneveraword;

andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.

“Hereisanother

lição

lessontosaynothing,”saidhe.

“Iam

envergonhado

ashamedofmylongtongue.

Letusmakeabargainnevertorefertothisagain.”

“Withallmyheart,”saidthelawyer.

SEARCHFORMR.HYDE

ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespiritsandsatdowntodinnerwithoutrelish.

Itwashiscustomofa

Domingo

Sunday,whenthismealwasover,tositclosebythefire,avolumeofsome

seca

drydivinityonhisreading

mesa

desk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehouroftwelve,whenhewouldgosoberlyandgratefullytobed.

Onthisnighthowever,assoonastheclothwastakenaway,hetookupacandleandwentintohisbusinessroom.

Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthemostprivatepartofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillandsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.

Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Uttersonthoughhetookchargeofitnowthatitwasmade,had

recusou

refusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthemakingofit;

itprovidednotonlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendandbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceorunexplainedabsenceforany

período

periodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeshouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoeswithoutfurtherdelayandfreefromanyburthenorobligationbeyondthepaymentofafewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.

Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.

Itoffendedhimbothasalawyerandasa

amante

loverofthesaneandcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.

AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydethathadswelledhisindignation;

now,bya

súbita

suddenturn,itwashis

conhecimento

knowledge.

Itwasalreadybadenoughwhenthenamewasbutanameofwhichhecouldlearnnomore.

Itwasworsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;

andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmiststhathadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthe

súbita

sudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.

“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”hesaid,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andnowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”

Withthatheblewouthiscandle,putonagreatcoat,andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelof

medicina

medicine,wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhishouseand

recebia

receivedhiscrowdingpatients.

“Ifanyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.

Thesolemnbutlerknewandwelcomedhim;

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