STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwas
bir
amanofaruggedcountenancethatwasasla
neverlightedbyasmile;soğuk
cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;backwardinsentiment;
lean,
uzun
long,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
ve
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;şey
somethingindeedwhichneverfounditswayintohistalk,ama
butwhichspokenotonlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,ama
butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhislife.Hewasausterewithhimself;
drankginwhenhewas
tek başına
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;and
rağmen
thoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofbir
onefortwentyyears.Buthe
vardı
hadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;bazen
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,attheyüksek
highpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;ve
andinanyextremityinclinedtoyardım
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedtosayquaintly:
“I
izin
letmybrothergotothedevilinhiskendi
ownway.”Inthischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobethe
son
lastreputableacquaintanceandtheson
lastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.Ve
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheycameabouthischambers,hehiç
nevermarkedashadeofdeğişiklik
changeinhisdemeanour.NodoubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;
forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,
ve
andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinbir
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkof
bir
amodestmantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;ve
andthatwasthelawyer’sway.Hisfriendswerethoseofhis
kendi
ownbloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;hisaffections,
gibi
likeivy,werethegrowthoftime,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Hence,nodoubtthebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-knownmanabouttown.
Itwas
bir
anuttocrackforbirçok
many,whatthesetwocouldseeineachother,ya da
orwhatsubjecttheycouldfindincommon.ItwasreportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheysaid
hiçbir şey
nothing,lookedsingularlydullandwouldhailile
withobviousrelieftheappearanceofbir
afriend.Forallthat,the
iki
twomenputthegreateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelofher
eachweek,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofiş
business,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeoftheseramblesthattheirwayledthemdownaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.
The
sokak
streetwassmallandwhatiscalledquiet,ama
butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswerealldoingwell,itseemed
ve
andallemulouslyhopingtodobetterstill,ve
andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
bu
thattheshopfrontsstoodboyunca
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,gibi
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Bile
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsdaha
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,thesokak
streetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,gibi
likeafireinaforest;ve
andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,ve
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantlycaughtve
andpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.Iki
Twodoorsfromonecorner,onthelefthandgoingeasttheçizgi
linewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;ve
andjustatthatpointacertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.Itwastwostoreyshigh;
showednowindow,nothingbut
bir
adooronthelowerstoreyve
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;ve
andboreineveryfeature,themarksofprolongedve
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
olan
whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredve
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
ve
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;
theschoolboyhad
denemişti
triedhisknifeonthemouldings;ve
andforcloseonageneration,noonehadappearedtodriveawaybu
theserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
ve
andthelawyerwereonthediğer
othersideoftheby-street;ama
butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerlifteduphiscaneve
andpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
sordu
asked;andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“with
bir
averyoddstory.”“Indeed?”
dedi
saidMr.Utterson,withaslightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
eve
homefromsomeplaceattheendoftheworld,aboutthreeo’clockofbir
ablackwintermorning,andmywaylaythroughbir
apartoftownwheretherewasliterallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.Sokak
Streetafterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetaftersokak
street,alllightedupasifforbir
aprocessionandallasemptyasbir
achurch—tillatlastIgotintoo
thatstateofmindwhenbir
amanlistensandlistensve
andbeginstolongforthesightofbir
apoliceman.Allatonce,I
gördüm
sawtwofigures:onea
küçük
littlemanwhowasstumpingalongeastwardataiyi
goodwalk,andtheotherakız
girlofmaybeeightoron
tenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossstreet.Şey
Well,sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthecorner;ve
andthencamethehorriblekısmı
partofthething;forthe
adam
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sbodyve
andleftherscreamingontheground.Itsoundsnothingto
duymak
hear,butitwashellishtogörmek
see.Itwasn’tlikea
adam
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
I
verdim
gaveafewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,ve
andbroughthimbacktowheretherewaszaten
alreadyquiteagroupaboutthescreamingçocuk
child.Hewasperfectlycool
ve
andmadenoresistance,butgavemebir
onelook,souglythatitbroughtoutthesweatonmelikerunning.The
insanlar
peoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’skendi
ownfamily;andprettysoon,the
doktor
doctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.Şey
Well,thechildwasnotmuchtheworse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;ve
andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbebir
anendtoit.Buttherewas
bir
onecuriouscircumstance.Ihadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanatfirstsight.
Sohadthechild’sfamily,whichwasonlynatural.
Ama
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckbeni
me.Hewastheusual
kesilmiş
cutanddryapothecary,ofnoparticularageve
andcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccentve
andaboutasemotionalasbir
abagpipe.Well,sir,hewasliketherestofus;
her
everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,Igördüm
sawthatsawbonesturnsickve
andwhitewiththedesiretoöldürme
killhim.Iknewwhatwasinhismind,justashe
biliyordum
knewwhatwasinmine;ve
andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,weyaptık
didthenextbest.Wetoldthemanwecould
ve
andwouldmakesuchascandaloutofthisasshouldmakehisadını
namestinkfromoneendofLondontothediğer
other.Ifhehadanyfriends
ya da
oranycredit,weundertookthatheshouldloseonları
them.Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitin
kızıl
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.I
hiç
neversawacircleofböyle
suchhatefulfaces;andtherewasthe
adam
maninthemiddle,withbir
akindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedde
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,efendim
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchooseto
yapmak
makecapitaloutofthisaccident,’dedi
saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.Hiçbir
Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidbir
ascene,’sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’
Peki
Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’sfamily;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;
ama
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,ve
andatlasthestruck.The
sonraki
nextthingwastogettheparayı
money;andwheredoyou
sanıyorsunuz
thinkhecarriedusbuttothatplaceile
withthedoor?—whippedoutakey,wentin,ve
andpresentlycamebackwiththematterofon
tenpoundsingoldandachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearerve
andsignedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,butitwasanameatleastçok
verywellknownandoftenprinted.Thefigurewasstiff;
ama
butthesignaturewasgoodformorethanthateğer
ifitwasonlygenuine.I
aldım
tookthelibertyofpointingouttomygentlemanthatthetüm
wholebusinesslookedapocryphal,andthatbir
amandoesnot,ingerçek
reallife,walkintoacellardooratfourinthemorningve
andcomeoutwithanotherman’schequeforyakın
closeuponahundredpounds.Ama
Buthewasquiteeasyve
andsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’
dedi
sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopenve
andcashthechequemyself.’Soweallsetoff,thedoktor
doctor,andthechild’sfather,ve
andourfriendandmyself,ve
andpassedtherestofthenightinmychambers;ve
andnextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,gittik
wentinabodytothebank.Igaveinthechequemyself,
ve
andsaidIhadeveryreasontobelieveitwasaforgery.Not
bir
abitofit.Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
dedi
saidMr.Utterson.“IseeyoufeelasIdo,”
dedi
saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’s
bir
abadstory.Formy
adamım
manwasafellowthatnobodycouldhavetodowith,bir
areallydamnableman;andthepersonthatdrewthechequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties,celebrated
da
too,and(whatmakesitworse)oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheycalliyi
good.Blackmail,Isuppose;
anhonest
adam
manpayingthroughthenoseforbazı
someofthecapersofhisyouth.Siyah
BlackMailHouseiswhatIcalltheyere
placewiththedoor,inconsequence.Though
bile
eventhat,youknow,isfarfromexplainingall,”headded,ve
andwiththewordsfellintobir
aveinofmusing.FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Utterson
sordu
askingrathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
bilmiyor
knowifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”“Alikely
yer
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohavenoticedhisaddress;
helivesinsomesquare
ya da
orother.”“Andyounever
sormadın
askedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”dedi
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
Ihadadelicacy,”wasthereply.
“Ifeel
çok
verystronglyaboutputtingquestions;itpartakestoomuchofthestyleofthe
günü
dayofjudgment.Youstart
bir
aquestion,andit’slikestartingbir
astone.Yousitquietlyonthetopof
bir
ahill;andawaythestonegoes,
başlatır
startingothers;andpresentlysomeblandoldbird(thelastyouwould
zorunda
havethoughtof)isknockedontheheadinhisownarka
backgardenandthefamilyzorunda
havetochangetheirname.Hayır
Nosir,Imakeitbir
aruleofmine:themoreitlookslikeQueerStreet,thelessIask.”
“Avery
iyi
goodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.“ButIhavestudiedtheplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.
“Itseemsscarcely
bir
ahouse.Thereisno
başka
otherdoor,andnobodygoesinya da
oroutofthatoneama
but,onceinagreatwhile,thegentlemanofmyadventure.Var
Therearethreewindowslookingonthecourtonthebirinci
firstfloor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
her zaman
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.Ve
Andthenthereisachimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;sosomebodymust
yaşamalı
livethere.Andyetit’snotso
emin
sure;forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthecourt,
o
thatit’shardtosaynerede
whereoneendsandanotherbegins.”Thepair
yürüdü
walkedonagainforasüre
whileinsilence;andthen“Enfield,”
dedi
saidMr.Utterson,“that’saiyi
goodruleofyours.”“Yes,I
sanırım
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.“Butfor
tüm
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sbir
onepointIwanttoask.I
istiyorum
wanttoaskthenameofthatmanwhowalkedüzerinde
overthechild.”“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tseewhatharmitwoulddo.
Itwas
bir
amanofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”
dedi
saidMr.Utterson.“Whatsortof
bir
amanishetosee?”“Heisnot
kolay
easytodescribe.Thereis
şey
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;şey
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.I
hiç
neversawamanIsodisliked,andyetIscarceknowwhy.He
olmalı
mustbedeformedsomewhere;he
veriyor
givesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepoint.He’s
bir
anextraordinarylookingman,andyetIreallycanadını
namenothingoutoftheway.Hayır
No,sir;Icanmake
hiçbir
nohandofit;Ican’tdescribe
onu
him.Andit’snotwantofmemory;
forIdeclareIcanseehimthismoment.”
Mr.
Utterson
yine
againwalkedsomewayinsilenceve
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youare
emin
sureheusedakey?”heinquiredatlast.
“My
sevgili
dearsir...”beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”
dedi
saidUtterson;“Iknowitmustseemstrange.
The
gerçek
factis,ifIdonotsormuyorsam
askyouthenameofthediğer
otherparty,itisbecauseIknowitzaten
already.Yousee,Richard,yourtalehas
gitti
gonehome.Ifyouhavebeeninexactin
herhangi
anypointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“Ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheotherwithatouchofsullenness.
“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoucallit.
Thefellow
vardı
hadakey;andwhat’smore,hehasit
hala
still.Isawhimuseitnot
bir
aweekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
ama
butsaidneveraword;ve
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.“Hereis
başka
anotherlessontosaynothing,”dedi
saidhe.“Iamashamedofmy
uzun
longtongue.Letusmake
bir
abargainnevertorefertothisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”
dedi
saidthelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
O
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncameevine
hometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespiritsve
andsatdowntodinnerwithoutrelish.Itwashiscustomof
bir
aSunday,whenthismealwasüzerinde
over,tositclosebythefire,bir
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisokuma
readingdesk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehouroftwelve,zaman
whenhewouldgosoberlyve
andgratefullytobed.On
bu
thisnighthowever,assoonastheclothwasaldı
takenaway,hetookupbir
acandleandwentintohisiş
businessroom.Thereheopenedhissafe,
aldı
tookfromthemostprivatepartofitbir
adocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillve
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
rağmen
thoughhetookchargeofitşimdi
nowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheen az
leastassistanceinthemakingofit;itprovidednot
sadece
onlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,tüm
allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendve
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceveya
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeshouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoeswithoutfurtherdelayve
andfreefromanyburthenveya
orobligationbeyondthepaymentofbir
afewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.Bu
Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhimbothas
bir
alawyerandasaloverofthesaneve
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.Ve
AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydethathadswelledhisindignation;şimdi
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.Itwas
zaten
alreadybadenoughwhentheisim
namewasbutanameofwhichhecouldlearnnomore.Itwasworsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;
ve
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmiststhathadsouzun
longbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofbir
afiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
dedi
said,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“andşimdi
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”With
bu
thatheblewouthiscandle,putonbir
agreatcoat,andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,bu
thatcitadelofmedicine,wherehisarkadaşı
friend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,vardı
hadhishouseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“Ifanyone
biliyorsa
knows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.Thesolemnbutler
tanıyordu
knewandwelcomedhim;