STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwasa
moški
manofaruggedcountenanceki
thatwasneverlightedbyasmile;cold,scanty
in
andembarrassedindiscourse;backwardinsentiment;
lean,long,dusty,dreary
in
andyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
in
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,nekaj
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;nekaj
somethingindeedwhichneverfounditswayintohistalk,ampak
butwhichspokenotonlyinteh
thesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,ampak
butmoreoftenandloudlyinje
theactsofhislife.Hewasausterewithhimself;
drankgin
ko
whenhewasalone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;in
andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.Toda
Buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;včasih
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthehighpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;in
andinanyextremityinclinedtopomoči
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
rekel
sayquaintly:“Iletmy
brat
brothergotothedevilinhisownway.”In
tem
thischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobeje
thelastreputableacquaintanceandje
thelastgoodinfluenceinje
thelivesofdowngoingmen.In
Andtosuchasthese,sodolgo
longastheycameabouthischambers,henikoli
nevermarkedashadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.Brez
NodoubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,
in
andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinasimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkofamodestmantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;
in
andthatwasthelawyer’spot
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhisown
krvi
bloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;hisaffections,
kot
likeivy,werethegrowthofčasa
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Hence,nodoubt
je
thebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,je
thewell-knownmanabouttown.Itwas
je
anuttocrackformany,whatthesedva
twocouldseeineachother,ali
orwhatsubjecttheycouldfindincommon.ItwasreportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheysaid
nič
nothing,lookedsingularlydullandwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofafriend.Forall
da
that,thetwomenputthegreateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelofvsakega
eachweek,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,buttudi
evenresistedthecallsofbusiness,da
thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeof
teh
theseramblesthattheirwayledthemdownje
aby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.Thestreetwassmall
in
andwhatiscalledquiet,vendar
butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
vsi
alldoingwell,itseemedin
andallemulouslyhopingtodobetterše
still,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
da
thattheshopfrontsstoodvzdolž
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,kot
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Celo
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsbolj
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,thestreetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,kot
likeafireinaforest;in
andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,in
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantlycaughtin
andpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.Dva
Twodoorsfromonecorner,onthelefthandgoingeastthelinewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;in
andjustatthatpointacertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.Itwas
dva
twostoreyshigh;showednowindow,
nič
nothingbutadooronthelowerstoreyin
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;in
andboreineveryfeature,themarksofprolongedin
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
ki
whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredin
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
in
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;otroci
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;je
theschoolboyhadtriedhisknifeonje
themouldings;andforcloseonageneration,
ni
noonehadappearedtodriveawayte
theserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
in
andthelawyerwereontheothersideoftheby-street;but
ko
whentheycameabreastofje
theentry,theformerlifteddo
uphiscaneandpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
heasked;
in
andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“withazelo
veryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
saidMr.Utterson,
z
withaslightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
domov
homefromsomeplaceatthekoncu
endoftheworld,abouttreh
threeo’clockofablackwintermorning,in
andmywaylaythroughadel
partoftownwheretherewasliterallyničesar
nothingtobeseenbutlamps.Street
po
afterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetpo
afterstreet,alllightedupasifforaprocessionin
andallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintoto
thatstateofmindwhenačlovek
manlistensandlistensandbeginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,Isaw
dve
twofigures:onealittle
moški
manwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodwalk,andthedruga
otheragirlofmaybeeightali
ortenwhowasrunningashardasshewaslahko
abledownacrossstreet.No
Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthecorner;in
andthencamethehorribledel
partofthething;for
je
themantrampledcalmlyoverje
thechild’sbodyandleftherscreamingonje
theground.Itsoundsnothingto
slišati
hear,butitwashellishtosee.Itwasn’t
kot
likeaman;itwas
kot
likesomedamnedJuggernaut.Igavea
nekaj
fewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,in
andbroughthimbacktokjer
wheretherewasalreadyquiteagroupo
aboutthescreamingchild.Hewasperfectlycool
in
andmadenoresistance,butgavemeen
onelook,souglythatitbroughtoutthesweatonmekot
likerunning.Thepeoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’sownfamily;
in
andprettysoon,thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.No
Well,thechildwasnotveliko
muchtheworse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;in
andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbeankonec
endtoit.Buttherewas
ena
onecuriouscircumstance.Ihadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanat
prvi
firstsight.Sohadthechild’sfamily,
kar
whichwasonlynatural.But
je
thedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckme.Hewastheusualcut
in
anddryapothecary,ofnoparticularagein
andcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccentin
andaboutasemotionalasabagpipe.No
Well,sir,hewasliketherestofus;everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnsick
in
andwhitewiththedesiretokillga
him.Iknewwhatwasinhismind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;
in
andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,wedidthenextbest.Wetoldthemanwecould
in
andwouldmakesuchascandaloutoftega
thisasshouldmakehisime
namestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.Če
Ifhehadanyfriendsali
oranycredit,weundertookda
thatheshouldlosethem.In
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinrdečo
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.I
nikoli
neversawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;in
andtherewasthemaninthemiddle,z
withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtudi
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,gospod
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchoosetomakecapitaloutof
te
thisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.Ne
Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidascene,’sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’
No
Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’sdružino
family;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;
toda
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,in
andatlasthestruck.Je
Thenextthingwastogetje
themoney;andwheredoyouthinkhecarriedus
vendar
buttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutakey,wentin,in
andpresentlycamebackwiththezadevo
matteroftenpoundsingoldin
andachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearerin
andsignedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,čeprav
thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,vendar
butitwasanameatvsaj
leastverywellknownandoftenprinted.Je
Thefigurewasstiff;but
je
thesignaturewasgoodforveč
morethanthatifitwasonlygenuine.Itookthelibertyofpointing
ven
outtomygentlemanthatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,in
andthatamandoesnot,inreallife,walkintoacellardooratfourinthezjutraj
morningandcomeoutwithdrugega
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponahundredpounds.Toda
Buthewasquiteeasyin
andsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopen
in
andcashthechequemyself.’Sowevsi
allsetoff,thedoctor,in
andthechild’sfather,andourprijatelj
friendandmyself,andpassedtherestofthenoči
nightinmychambers;and
naslednji
nextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinabodytothebank.Igaveinthechequemyself,
in
andsaidIhadeveryreasontobelieveitwasaforgery.Notabitofit.
Je
Thechequewasgenuine.”“Tut-tut!”
saidMr.Utterson.
“IseeyoufeelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.
“Yes,it’s
je
abadstory.Formy
človek
manwasafellowthatnobodycouldhavetodos
with,areallydamnableman;in
andthepersonthatdrewthechequeisthezelo
verypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtudi
too,and(whatmakesitworse)eden
oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheycalldobro
good.Blackmail,Isuppose;
anhonest
človek
manpayingthroughthenosefornekatere
someofthecapersofhisyouth.Črna
BlackMailHouseiswhatIcallthekraj
placewiththedoor,inconsequence.Čeprav
Thougheventhat,youknow,isdaleč
farfromexplainingall,”headded,in
andwiththewordsfellintoaveinofmusing.From
tega
thishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonaskingrathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’tknowif
je
thedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”“Alikely
kraj
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohavenoticedhisaddress;
helivesinsomesquare
ali
orother.”“Andyouneverasked
o
aboutthe—placewiththedoor?”saidMr.Utterson.
“No,
gospod
sir;Ihadadelicacy,”wasthereply.
“Ifeel
zelo
verystronglyaboutputtingquestions;itpartakes
preveč
toomuchofthestyleofje
thedayofjudgment.Youstart
je
aquestion,andit’slikestartingje
astone.Yousitquietlyonthe
vrhu
topofahill;and
stran
awaythestonegoes,startingothers;in
andpresentlysomeblandoldbird(thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedontheglavo
headinhisownbackgardenin
andthefamilyhavetospremeniti
changetheirname.Nosir,Imakeit
je
aruleofmine:the
bolj
moreitlookslikeQueerStreet
Street,thelessIask.”“A
zelo
verygoodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.“ButIhavestudied
je
theplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcely
je
ahouse.Thereisno
drugih
otherdoor,andnobodygoesinali
oroutofthatonebut,enkrat
onceinagreatwhile,thegentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
tri
threewindowslookingonthecourtonthefirstfloor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
vedno
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.In
Andthenthereisachimneyki
whichisgenerallysmoking;so
nekdo
somebodymustlivethere.Andyetit’snotsosure;
for
je
thebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutje
thecourt,thatit’shardtoreči
saywhereoneendsanddruga
anotherbegins.”Thepairwalkedonagainforawhileinsilence;
andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’s
je
agoodruleofyours.”“Yes,I
mislim
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.“Butfor
vse
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sena
onepointIwanttovprašati
ask.Iwanttoask
je
thenameofthatmanwhowalkedčez
overthechild.”“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tseewhatharmitwoulddo.
Itwasa
moški
manofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“Whatsortofamanishetosee?”
“Heisnoteasytodescribe.
Thereis
nekaj
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;nekaj
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.I
nikoli
neversawamanIsodisliked,andyetIscarcevem
knowwhy.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
hegivesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythe
točke
point.He’sanextraordinarylooking
moški
man,andyetIreallycannameničesar
nothingoutoftheway.Ne
No,sir;Icanmake
ne
nohandofit;Ican’tdescribe
ga
him.Andit’snotwantofmemory;
forIdeclareI
lahko
canseehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
spet
againwalkedsomewayinsilencein
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youare
prepričani
sureheusedakey?”heinquiredatlast.
“My
dragi
dearsir...”beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”saidUtterson;
“I
vem
knowitmustseemstrange.The
dejstvo
factis,ifIdonotaskyouthenameofthedruge
otherparty,itisbecauseIknowitže
already.Yousee,Richard,yourtalehasgone
domov
home.Ifyouhavebeeninexactinany
točki
pointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“Ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheother
z
withatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoucallit.
Thefellowhadakey;
in
andwhat’smore,hehasitstill.Isawhimuseitnot
je
aweekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
vendar
butsaidneveraword;in
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.“Hereisanotherlessonto
rekel
saynothing,”saidhe.“Iamashamedofmylongtongue.
Letusmakeabargain
nikoli
nevertorefertothisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”said
je
thelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncame
domov
hometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespiritsin
andsatdowntodinnerbrez
withoutrelish.ItwashiscustomofaSunday,
ko
whenthismealwasover,tosedel
sitclosebythefire,avolumeofnekaj
somedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,dokler
untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehouroftwelve,ko
whenhewouldgosoberlyin
andgratefullytobed.On
to
thisnighthowever,assoonastheclothwastakenaway,hetookupacandlein
andwentintohisbusinesssobo
room.Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthe
najbolj
mostprivatepartofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillin
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
čeprav
thoughhetookchargeofitzdaj
nowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthemakingofit;itprovidednot
samo
onlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendin
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatinprimeru
caseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceali
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedingtri
threecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydemora
shouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoeswithoutfurtherdelayin
andfreefromanyburthenali
orobligationbeyondthepaymentofanekaj
fewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.Ta
Thisdocumenthadlongbeenje
thelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhim
tako
bothasalawyerandasaloverofthesanein
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.In
AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydeki
thathadswelledhisindignation;zdaj
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.Itwas
že
alreadybadenoughwhentheime
namewasbutanameofki
whichhecouldlearnnoveč
more.Itwasworsewhenitbegantobeclothedupon
z
withdetestableattributes;andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmists
ki
thathadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”hesaid,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“and
zdaj
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”S
Withthatheblewouthiscandle,putonagreatcoat,in
andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,kjer
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhishišo
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
kdo
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.Je
Thesolemnbutlerknewandwelcomedga
him;