STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthe
odvetnik
lawyerwasamanofaruggedcountenanceki
thatwasneverlightedbyanasmeh
smile;cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;
backwardinsentiment;
lean,long,dusty,dreary
in
andyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
in
andwhenthewinewastohisokusu
taste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhisočesa
eye;somethingindeedwhichneverfounditswayintohistalk,
ampak
butwhichspokenotonlyinteh
thesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,ampak
butmoreoftenandloudlyinje
theactsofhislife.Hewasausterewithhimself;
drank
gin
ginwhenhewasalone,tomortifyaokus
tasteforvintages;andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.
Toda
Buthehadanapprovedstrpnost
toleranceforothers;sometimeswondering,
skoraj
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.Itisthemarkofamodestmantoaccepthisfriendly
krog
circleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;in
andthatwasthelawyer’spot
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhisown
krvi
bloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;hisaffections,
kot
likeivy,werethegrowthofčasa
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Zato
Hence,nodoubtthebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,je
thewell-knownmanabouttown.Itwas
je
anuttocrackformany,whatthesedva
twocouldseeineachother,ali
orwhatsubjecttheycouldfindincommon.ItwasreportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheysaid
nič
nothing,lookedsingularlydullandwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofafriend.Forall
da
that,thetwomenputthegreateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemtheglavni
chiefjewelofeachweek,in
andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofužitek
pleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,da
thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeof
teh
theseramblesthattheirwayledthemdownje
aby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.Thestreetwassmall
in
andwhatiscalledquiet,vendar
butitdroveathrivingtrgovino
tradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
vsi
alldoingwell,itseemedin
andallemulouslyhopingtodobetterše
still,andlayingoutthepresežek
surplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
da
thattheshopfrontsstoodvzdolž
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofpovabila
invitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Celo
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsbolj
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyprazen
emptyofpassage,thestreetshoneoutinnasprotju
contrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,kot
likeafireinagozdu
forest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,
in
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantlycaughtin
andpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.Dva
Twodoorsfromonecorner,onthelefthandgoingeastthelinewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;in
andjustatthatpointacertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.Itwas
dva
twostoreyshigh;showedno
okna
window,nothingbutadooronthelowerstoreyin
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredstene
wallontheupper;andboreineveryfeature,themarksofprolonged
in
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
ki
whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredin
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
in
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;otroci
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;je
theschoolboyhadtriedhisnož
knifeonthemouldings;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
partoftownwheretherewasdobesedno
literallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.Street
po
afterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetpo
afterstreet,alllightedupasifforaprocesijo
processionandallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintoto
thatstateofmindwhenačlovek
manlistensandlistensandbeginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,Isaw
dve
twofigures:onealittle
moški
manwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodwalk,andthedruga
otheragirlofmaybeosem
eightortenwhowasrunningashardasshewaslahko
abledownacrossstreet.No
Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthevogalu
corner;andthencamethehorrible
del
partofthething;for
je
themantrampledcalmlyoverje
thechild’sbodyandleftherscreamingonje
theground.Itsoundsnothingto
slišati
hear,butitwashellishtosee.Itwasn’t
kot
likeaman;itwas
kot
likesomedamnedJuggernaut.Igavea
nekaj
fewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygospod
gentleman,andbroughthimbacktokjer
wheretherewasalreadyquiteagroupo
aboutthescreamingchild.Hewas
popolnoma
perfectlycoolandmadenoresistance,vendar
butgavemeonelook,sogrd
uglythatitbroughtouttheznoj
sweatonmelikerunning.Thepeople
ki
whohadturnedoutwerethegirl’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
andwouldmakesuchaškandal
scandaloutofthisasshouldmakehisime
namestinkfromoneendofLondontotheother.Če
Ifhehadanyfriendsali
oranycredit,weundertookda
thatheshouldlosethem.In
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinrdečo
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwecouldfortheywereasdivje
wildasharpies.Ineversawa
kroga
circleofsuchhatefulfaces;in
andtherewasthemaninthesredini
middle,withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtudi
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,gospod
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchoosetomakecapitaloutof
te
thisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.Ne
Nogentlemanbutwishestobi se izognili
avoidascene,’sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’
No
Well,wescrewedhimuptoasto
hundredpoundsforthechild’sdružino
family;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;
toda
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantzlo
mischief,andatlasthestruck.Je
Thenextthingwastogetje
themoney;andwheredoyouthinkhecarriedus
vendar
buttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutaključ
key,wentin,andpresentlycamebackz
withthematteroftenpoundsingoldin
andachequeforthesaldo
balanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearerin
andsignedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,čeprav
thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,vendar
butitwasanameatvsaj
leastverywellknownandpogosto
oftenprinted.Thefigurewasstiff;
toda
butthesignaturewasgoodforveč
morethanthatifitwasonlygenuine.Itookthelibertyofpointing
ven
outtomygentlemanthatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,in
andthatamandoesnot,inreallife,walkintoacellardooratfourinthezjutraj
morningandcomeoutwithdrugega
anotherman’schequeforcloseuponasto
hundredpounds.Buthewasquiteeasy
in
andsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopen
in
andcashthechequemyself.’Sowevsi
allsetoff,thedoctor,in
andthechild’sfather,andourprijatelj
friendandmyself,andpassedtherestofthenoči
nightinmychambers;and
naslednji
nextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinabodytothebanko
bank.Igaveinthe
ček
chequemyself,andsaidIhadeveryreasontobelieveitwasaforgery.Notabitofit.
Je
Thechequewasgenuine.”“Tut-tut!”
saidMr.Utterson.
“IseeyoufeelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.
“Yes,it’s
je
abadstory.Formy
človek
manwasafellowthatnobodycouldhavetodos
with,areallydamnableman;in
andthepersonthatdrewtheček
chequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtudi
too,and(whatmakesitworse)eden
oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheycalldobro
good.Blackmail,Isuppose;
an
pošten
honestmanpayingthroughthenos
noseforsomeofthecapersofhisyouth.Črna
BlackMailHouseiswhatIcallthekraj
placewiththedoor,inconsequence.Čeprav
Thougheventhat,youknow,isdaleč
farfromexplainingall,”headded,in
andwiththewordsfellintoaveinofmusing.From
tega
thishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonaskingrathernenadoma
suddenly:“Andyoudon’tknowif
je
thedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”“Alikely
kraj
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohavenoticedhis
naslov
address;helivesinsomesquare
ali
orother.”“Andyouneverasked
o
aboutthe—placewiththedoor?”saidMr.Utterson.
“No,
gospod
sir;Ihadadelicacy,”wasthe
odgovor
reply.“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakes
preveč
toomuchofthestyleofje
thedayofjudgment.Youstart
je
aquestion,andit’slikestartingje
astone.Yousitquietlyonthe
vrhu
topofahill;and
stran
awaythestonegoes,startingothers;in
andpresentlysomeblandoldbird(thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedontheglavo
headinhisownbackvrtu
gardenandthefamilyhavetospremeniti
changetheirname.Nosir,Imakeit
je
aruleofmine:the
bolj
moreitlookslikeQueerStreet
Street,thelessIask.”“A
zelo
verygoodrule,too,”saidtheodvetnik
lawyer.“ButIhavestudied
je
theplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseems
komaj
scarcelyahouse.Thereisno
drugih
otherdoor,andnobodygoesinali
oroutofthatonebut,enkrat
onceinagreatwhile,thegospod
gentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
tri
threewindowslookingonthecourtonthefirstnadstropju
floor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
vedno
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.In
Andthenthereisadimnik
chimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;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’tseewhat
škodo
harmitwoulddo.Itwasa
moški
manofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“Whatsortofamanishetosee?”
“Heisnoteasyto
opisati
describe.Thereissomethingwrong
z
withhisappearance;somethingdispleasing,
nekaj
somethingdown-rightdetestable.IneversawamanIsodisliked,andyetIscarce
vem
knowwhy.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
hegivesa
močan
strongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythetočke
point.He’sanextraordinarylooking
moški
man,andyetIreallycannameničesar
nothingoutoftheway.Ne
No,sir;Icanmake
ne
nohandofit;Ican’t
opisati
describehim.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,your
zgodba
talehasgonehome.Ifyouhavebeeninexactinany
točki
pointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“Ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheother
z
withatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoucallit.
Thefellowhada
ključ
key;andwhat’smore,hehasitstill.
Isawhimuseitnot
je
aweekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsighed
globoko
deeplybutsaidneveraword;in
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.“Hereisanother
lekcija
lessontosaynothing,”saidhe.“Iam
sram
ashamedofmylongtongue.Letusmakeabargain
nikoli
nevertorefertothisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”said
je
thelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncame
domov
hometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespiritsin
andsatdowntodinnerbrez
withoutrelish.Itwashiscustomofa
Nedeljo
Sunday,whenthismealwasover,tosedel
sitclosebythefire,avolumeofnekaj
somedrydivinityonhisreadingmizi
desk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehouroftwelve,ko
whenhewouldgosoberlyin
andgratefullytobed.On
to
thisnighthowever,assoonastheclothwastakenaway,hetookupasvečo
candleandwentintohisbusinesssobo
room.Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthe
najbolj
mostprivatepartofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillin
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
čeprav
thoughhetookchargeofitzdaj
nowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheleastpomoč
assistanceinthemakingofit;itprovidednot
samo
onlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendin
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatinprimeru
caseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceali
orunexplainedabsenceforanyobdobje
periodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydemora
shouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoeswithoutfurtherdelayin
andfreefromanyburthenali
orobligationbeyondthepaymentofanekaj
fewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’sgospodinjstva
household.Thisdocumenthadlongbeen
je
thelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhim
tako
bothasalawyerandasaloverofthesanein
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.In
Andhithertoitwashisneznanje
ignoranceofMr.Hydethathadswelledhisindignation;zdaj
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.Itwas
že
alreadybadenoughwhentheime
namewasbutanameofki
whichhecouldlearnnoveč
more.Itwasworsewhenitbegantobeclothedupon
z
withdetestableattributes;andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmists
ki
thathadsolongbaffledhisoko
eye,thereleapedupthenenadno
sudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”hesaid,ashereplacedtheobnoxious
papir
paperinthesafe,“andzdaj
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”S
Withthatheblewouthissvečo
candle,putonagreatcoat,in
andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,kjer
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhishišo
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
kdo
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.Je
Thesolemnbutlerknewandwelcomedga
him;