STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthe
luật sư
lawyerwasamanofmột
aruggedcountenancethatwaskhông bao giờ
neverlightedbyasmile;lạnh
cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;backwardin
tình cảm
sentiment;lean,long,dusty,dreary
và
andyetsomehowlovable.At
thân thiện
friendlymeetings,andwhenthewinewastohisvị
taste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhismắt
eye;somethingindeedwhichneverfounditswayintohistalk,
nhưng
butwhichspokenotonlyintheseim lặng
silentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,nhưng
butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhiscuộc sống
life.Hewasausterewithhimself;
drank
gin
ginwhenhewasalone,tomortifymột
atasteforvintages;andthoughheenjoyedthe
nhà hát
theatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofmột
onefortwentyyears.Buthehad
một
anapprovedtoleranceforothers;đôi khi
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthecao
highpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;và
andinanyextremityinclinedtogiúp
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
nói
sayquaintly:“Iletmy
anh trai
brothergotothedevilinhisriêng
ownway.”Inthischaracter,itwas
thường xuyên
frequentlyhisfortunetobethecuối
lastreputableacquaintanceandthecuối
lastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.Và
Andtosuchasthese,somiễn
longastheycameabouthischambers,hekhông bao giờ
nevermarkedashadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.Không
NodoubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthe
nhất
best,andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinmột
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthe
hiệu
markofamodestmantochấp nhận
accepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofcơ hội
opportunity;andthatwasthelawyer’s
cách
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhisown
máu
bloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;hisaffections,like
ivy
ivy,werethegrowthofthời gian
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheđối tượng
object.Hence,nodoubtthebond
đó
thatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisxa
distantkinsman,thewell-knownmanaboutthị trấn
town.Itwasanuttocrackfor
nhiều
many,whatthesetwocouldseeineachother,hoặc
orwhatsubjecttheycouldfindinchung
common.Itwasreportedbythose
người
whoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,rằng
thattheysaidnothing,lookedsingularlydullvà
andwouldhailwithobviousreliefthexuất hiện
appearanceofafriend.For
tất cả
allthat,thetwomenputthegreatestkho
storebytheseexcursions,countedthemthechiefngọc
jewelofeachweek,andnotchỉ
onlysetasideoccasionsofvui
pleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofkinh doanh
business,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeof
những
theseramblesthattheirwayledthemxuống
downaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.Những
Thestreetwassmallandwhatiscalledyên tĩnh
quiet,butitdroveathrivingthương mại
tradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
tất cả
alldoingwell,itseemedvà
andallemulouslyhopingtolàm
dobetterstill,andlayingra
outthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
đó
thattheshopfrontsstooddọc theo
alongthatthoroughfarewithankhí
airofinvitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Ngay cả
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditshơn
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,thestreetshoneoutintương
contrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,như
likeafireinaforest;và
andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,và
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofghi chú
note,instantlycaughtandpleasedthemắt
eyeofthepassenger.Twodoorsfromone
góc
corner,onthelefthandgoingeasttheđường
linewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;và
andjustatthatpointmột
acertainsinisterblockofxây dựng
buildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.Itwas
hai
twostoreyshigh;showedno
cửa sổ
window,nothingbutadooronthelowerstoreyvà
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;và
andboreineveryfeature,các
themarksofprolongedandsordidnegligence.The
cửa
door,whichwasequippedwithkhông
neitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredvà
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
và
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;trẻ em
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;các
theschoolboyhadtriedhisdao
knifeonthemouldings;andfor
gần
closeonageneration,noonehadappearedtodriveawaynhững
theserandomvisitorsortosửa chữa
repairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
và
andthelawyerwereonthekia
othersideoftheby-street;nhưng
butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerliftedlên
uphiscaneandpointed.“Didyoueverremark
đó
thatdoor?”heasked;
and
khi
whenhiscompanionhadrepliedinthekhẳng định
affirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedông
he,“withaveryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
saidMr.Utterson,
với
withaslightchangeofgiọng nói
voice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
nhà
homefromsomeplaceatthecuối
endoftheworld,aboutba
threeo’clockofablackmùa đông
wintermorning,andmywaylayqua
throughapartoftownwheretherewasliterallygì
nothingtobeseenbutlamps.Street
sau
afterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetsau
afterstreet,alllightedupasifformột
aprocessionandallasemptyasmột
achurch—tillatlastIgotintothattrạng thái
stateofmindwhenangười đàn ông
manlistensandlistensandbeginstolongforthecảnh
sightofapoliceman.Allatonce,Isaw
hai
twofigures:onealittle
người đàn ông
manwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatatốt
goodwalk,andtheotheragirlofmaybetám
eightortenwhowasrunningashardasshewasablexuống
downacrossstreet.Well,sir,the
hai
tworanintooneanothernaturallyđủ
enoughatthecorner;andthencamethehorrible
phần
partofthething;forthe
người đàn ông
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’scơ
bodyandleftherscreamingontheground.Itsounds
gì
nothingtohear,butitwashellishtosee.Itwasn’tlike
một
aman;itwaslike
một
somedamnedJuggernaut.Igave
một
afewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,và
andbroughthimbacktonơi
wheretherewasalreadyquitemột
agroupaboutthescreamingđứa trẻ
child.Hewasperfectlycool
và
andmadenoresistance,butgavememột
onelook,souglythatitbroughtra
outthesweatonmenhư
likerunning.Thepeoplewhohadturnedoutwere
những
thegirl’sownfamily;and
khá
prettysoon,thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisxuất hiện
appearance.Well,thechildwasnotmuch
các
theworse,morefrightened,accordingtocác
thesawbones;andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbean
kết thúc
endtoit.Buttherewas
một
onecuriouscircumstance.Ihadtaken
một
aloathingtomygentlemanatfirstsight.Sohadthechild’s
gia đình
family,whichwasonlynatural.Nhưng
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstrucktôi
me.Hewastheusual
cắt
cutanddryapothecary,ofkhông
noparticularageandcolour,với
withastrongEdinburghaccentvà
andaboutasemotionalasmột
abagpipe.Well,sir,hewas
như
liketherestofus;mỗi
everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnốm
sickandwhitewiththemong muốn
desiretokillhim.Iknewwhatwasinhismind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;
và
andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,wedidthetiếp theo
nextbest.Wetoldthe
người đàn ông
manwecouldandwouldlàm
makesuchascandaloutofnày
thisasshouldmakehistên
namestinkfromoneendofLondontothekhác
other.Ifhehadanyfriends
hoặc
oranycredit,weundertookrằng
thatheshouldlosethem.Và
Andallthetime,aswewerepitchingitinđỏ
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomenra
offhimasbestwecouldfortheywereashoang dã
wildasharpies.Ineversaw
một
acircleofsuchhatefulfaces;và
andtherewasthemaninthegiữa
middle,withakindofđen
blacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtoo,Icouldthấy
seethat—butcarryingitoff,sir,thực sự
reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyou
chọn
choosetomakecapitaloutofthisaccident,’saidông
he,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.Không
Nogentlemanbutwishestotránh
avoidascene,’sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’
Vâng
Well,wescrewedhimuptomột
ahundredpoundsforthechild’sgia đình
family;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;
nhưng
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,và
andatlasthestruck.The
tiếp theo
nextthingwastogetthetiền
money;andwheredoyouthinkhecarriedus
nhưng
buttothatplacewithnhững
thedoor?—whippedoutakey,wenttrong
in,andpresentlycamebackvới
withthematteroftenpoundsinvàng
goldandachequefornhững
thebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearervà
andsignedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,thoughit’soneofnhững
thepointsofmystory,nhưng
butitwasanameatít
leastverywellknownandthường
oftenprinted.Thefigurewas
cứng
stiff;butthesignaturewas
tốt
goodformorethanthatnếu
ifitwasonlygenuine.Itookthe
tự do
libertyofpointingouttomygentlemanrằng
thatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,và
andthatamandoesnot,inrealcuộc sống
life,walkintoacellarcửa
dooratfourinthesáng
morningandcomeoutwithanotherman’sséc
chequeforcloseuponatrăm
hundredpounds.Buthewas
khá
quiteeasyandsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’says
anh ta
he,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopenvà
andcashthechequemyself.’Sowetất cả
allsetoff,thedoctor,và
andthechild’sfather,andourfriendvà
andmyself,andpassedthephần còn lại
restofthenightinmychambers;và
andnextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinmột
abodytothebank.Igaveinthe
séc
chequemyself,andsaidIhadeverylý do
reasontobelieveitwasmột
aforgery.Notabitofit.
Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
saidMr.Utterson.
“I
thấy
seeyoufeelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’s
một
abadstory.Formy
người đàn ông
manwasafellowthatai
nobodycouldhavetodovới
with,areallydamnableman;và
andthepersonthatdrewnhững
thechequeistheveryhồng
pinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtoo,và
and(whatmakesitworse)một
oneofyourfellowswholàm
dowhattheycallgood.Blackmail,Isuppose;
anhonest
người đàn ông
manpayingthroughthenoseforsomeofthecapersofhistrẻ
youth.BlackMailHouseiswhatI
gọi
calltheplacewiththecửa
door,inconsequence.Thougheven
đó
that,youknow,isfarfromexplainingall,”headded,và
andwiththewordsfellintomột
aveinofmusing.From
đây
thishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonaskingkhá
rathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
biết
knowifthedraweroftheséc
chequelivesthere?”“Alikely
nơi
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButI
tình cờ
happentohavenoticedhisđịa chỉ
address;helivesinsomesquareorother.”
“Andyou
chưa bao giờ
neveraskedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”saidMr.Utterson.
“No,sir;
Ihad
một
adelicacy,”wasthereply.“I
cảm thấy
feelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;itpartakes
quá
toomuchofthestyleofthengày
dayofjudgment.Youstart
một
aquestion,andit’slikestartingmột
astone.Yousitquietlyonthe
đỉnh
topofahill;andaway
những
thestonegoes,startingothers;và
andpresentlysomeblandoldbird(thecuối
lastyouwouldhavethoughtcủa
of)isknockedontheđầu
headinhisownbackgardenvà
andthefamilyhavetochangetheirtên
name.Nosir,Imakeit
một
aruleofmine:themoreitlookslikeQueer
Street
Street,thelessIask.”“A
rất
verygoodrule,too,”saidtheluật sư
lawyer.“ButIhavestudiedthe
nơi
placeformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcely
một
ahouse.Thereisno
khác
otherdoor,andnobodygoesinhay
oroutofthatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,thegentlemanofmyphiêu lưu
adventure.Therearethreewindowslookingonthecourtonthefirst
tầng
floor;nonebelow;
thewindowsarealways
đóng
shutbutthey’reclean.Andthenthereis
một
achimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;so
ai
somebodymustlivethere.And
tuy nhiên
yetit’snotsosure;for
các
thebuildingsaresopackednhau
togetheraboutthecourt,thatit’shardtonói
saywhereoneendsandanotherbegins.”Thepairwalkedon
nữa
againforawhileinim lặng
silence;andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’s
một
agoodruleofyours.”“Yes,Ithinkitis,”returnedEnfield.
“Butfor
tất cả
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’smột
onepointIwanttohỏi
ask.Iwanttoaskthe
tên
nameofthatmanwhowalkedqua
overthechild.”“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’t
thấy
seewhatharmitwoulddo.Itwas
một
amanofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“What
loại
sortofamanishetosee?”“Heisnot
dễ
easytodescribe.Thereis
gì
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.
I
chưa bao giờ
neversawamanIsodisliked,và
andyetIscarceknowsao
why.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
hegives
một
astrongfeelingofdeformity,mặc dù
althoughIcouldn’tspecifytheđiểm
point.He’sanextraordinarylooking
người đàn ông
man,andyetIreallycantên
namenothingoutoftheđường
way.No,sir;
Ican
làm
makenohandofit;Ican’t
mô tả
describehim.Andit’snotwantofmemory;
forI
tuyên bố
declareIcanseehimnày
thismoment.”Mr.
Uttersonagainwalkedsome
cách
wayinsilenceandobviouslydưới
underaweightofconsideration.“Youare
chắc
sureheusedakey?”heinquiredat
cuối
last.“Mydearsir...”
beganEnfield,
ngạc nhiên
surprisedoutofhimself.“Yes,Iknow,”saidUtterson;
“I
biết
knowitmustseemstrange.Thefact
là
is,ifIdonothỏi
askyouthenameofthekia
otherparty,itisbecauseIbiết
knowitalready.Yousee,Richard,your
câu chuyện
talehasgonehome.Ifyou
đã
havebeeninexactinanyđiểm
pointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“Ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedthe
kia
otherwithatouchofsullenness.“ButI
đã
havebeenpedanticallyexact,asyougọi
callit.Thefellowhadakey;
và
andwhat’smore,hehasitstill.Isawhim
sử dụng
useitnotaweekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsighed
sâu
deeplybutsaidneveratừ
word;andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.
“Hereisanother
bài
lessontosaynothing,”saidông
he.“Iamashamedofmy
dài
longtongue.Letusmakeabargain
không bao giờ
nevertorefertothisagain.”“With
tất cả
allmyheart,”saidtheluật sư
lawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespirits
và
andsatdowntodinnerkhông
withoutrelish.ItwashiscustomofaSunday,
khi
whenthismealwasover,tongồi
sitclosebythefire,avolumeofsomekhô
drydivinityonhisreadingbàn
desk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringnhà thờ
churchrangoutthehouroftwelve,khi
whenhewouldgosoberlyvà
andgratefullytobed.Onthis
đêm
nighthowever,assoonasthevải
clothwastakenaway,hetookupmột
acandleandwentintohiskinh doanh
businessroom.Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthe
nhất
mostprivatepartofitmột
adocumentendorsedonthephong bì
envelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillvà
andsatdownwithacloudedtrán
browtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Uttersonthoughhetookchargeofit
bây giờ
nowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheít
leastassistanceinthemakingofnó
it;itprovidednotonlythat,in
trường hợp
caseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,tất cả
allhispossessionsweretoqua
passintothehandsofhis“friendvà
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatintrường hợp
caseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearancehoặc
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedingba
threecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeshouldbước
stepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoeskhông
withoutfurtherdelayandfreefrombất kỳ
anyburthenorobligationbeyondcác
thepaymentofafewnhỏ
smallsumstothemembersofcác
thedoctor’shousehold.Thisdocumenthad
lâu
longbeenthelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhim
cả
bothasalawyerandasmột
aloverofthesanevà
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.Và
AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydemà
thathadswelledhisindignation;bây giờ
now,byasuddenturn,itwashiskiến thức
knowledge.Itwasalreadybad
đủ
enoughwhenthenamewasnhưng
butanameofwhichhecouldhọc
learnnomore.Itwas
tệ
worsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponvới
withdetestableattributes;andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmists
mà
thathadsolongbaffledhismắt
eye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofmột
afiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”hesaid,ashereplacedtheobnoxious
giấy
paperinthesafe,“andbây giờ
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”With
đó
thatheblewouthisnến
candle,putonagreatcoat,và
andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,đó
thatcitadelofmedicine,wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhisnhà
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
ai
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
và
andwelcomedhim;