THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE（第1页）

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mr.edcountenance，thatwasneverlightedbyasmile;cold，scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;backwardinsentiment;lean，long，dusty，dreary，andyetsomehowlovable.atfriendlymees，andwhenthewinewastohistaste，somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;somethingindeedwhichneverfounditswayintohistalk，butwhichspokenotonlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface，butreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhislife.hewasausterewithhimself;drankginwhenhewasalone，tortifyatasteforvintages;andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre，hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;sometimeswondering，alstwithenvy，atthehighpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;andinanyextremityinclinedtohelpratherthantoreprove.

"iincliocainsheresy，"heusedtosayquaintly:"iletmybrothergotothedevilinhisownway."inthischaracter，itwasfrequentlyhisfortuobethelastreputableacquaintanceandthelastgoodinf露enceinthelivesofdown-goingmen.andtosuchasthese，solongastheycameabouthischambers，henevermarkedashadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.

nodoubtthefeatwaseasytomr.utterson;forhewasundenstrativeatthebest，andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinasimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.epthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;andthatwasthelawyersway.hisfriendswerethoseofhisownbloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;hisaffections，likeivy，werethegrowthoftime，theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.hence，nodoubt，thebondthatunitedhimtomr.richardenfield，hisdistantkinsman，thewell-knownmanabouttown.itwasanuttocrackformany，whatthesetwocouldseeineachother，orwhatsubjecttheycouldfindinn.itwasreportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirsundaywalks，thattheysaidnothing，lookedsingularlydull，andwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofafriend.forallthat，thetwomenputthegreateststorebytheseexcursions，countedthemthechiefjewelofeachweek，asionsofpleasure，butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness，thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.

itchancedononeoftheseramblesthattheirwayledthemdownaby-streetinabusyquarteroflondon.thestreetwassmallandwhatiscalledquiet，butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweek-days.theinhabitantswerealldoingwell，itseemed，andallemulouslyhopingtodobetterstill，andlayingoutthesurp露softheirgainsincoquetry;sothattheshopfrontsstoodalongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation，likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.evenonsunday，whenitveileditsrefloridcharmsandlayparativelyemptyofpassage，thestreetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood，likeafireinaforest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters，wellpolishedbrasses，andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote，instantlycaughtandpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.

twodoorsfronecorner，onthelefthandgoingeast，thelinewasbrokenbytheentryofacourt;andjustatthatpoint，acertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.itwastwostorieshigh;showednowindow，nothingbutadooronthelowerstoryandablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;andboreineveryfeature，themarksofprolongedandsordidnegligence.thedoor，whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker，wasblisteredanddistained.trampsslouchedintotherecessandstruckmatchesonthepanels;childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;theschoolboyhadtriedhisknifeontheuldings;andforcloseonageneration，noonehadappearedtodriveawaytheserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.

mr.enfieldandthelawyerwereontheothersideoftheby-street;butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry，theformerlifteduphiscaneandpointed.

"didyoueverremarkthatdoor?"heasked;andwhenhispanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative，"itisconnectedinmymind，"addedhe，"withaveryoddstory."

"indeed?"saidmr.utterson，withaslightchangeofvoice，"andwhatwasthat?"

"well，itwasthisway，"returnedmr.enfield:"iwasinghomefromsomeplaceattheendoftheworld，aboutthreeoclockofablackwinterrning，andmywaylaythroughapartoftownwheretherewasliterallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.streetafterstreet，andallthefolksasleep—streetafterstreet，alllightedupasifforaprocessionandallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastigotintothatstateofmindwhenamanlistensandlistensandbeginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.allatonce，isawtwofigures:onealittlemanwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodwalk，andtheotheragirlofmaybeeightortenwhowasrunningashardasshewasabledownacrossstreet.well，sir，thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthecorner;andthencamethehorriblepartofthething;forthemantrampledcalmlyoverthechildsbodyandleftherscreamingontheground.itsoundsnothingtohear，butitwashellishtosee.itwasntlikeaman;ernaut.igaveaview-halloa，tooktomyheels，collaredmygentleman，andbroughthimbacktowheretherewasalreadyquiteagroupaboutthescreamingchild.hewasperfectlycoolandmadenoresistance，butgavemeonelook，souglythatitbroughtoutthesweatonmelikerunning.thepeoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirlsownfamily;andprettysoon，thedoctor，forwhomshehadbeensent，putinhisappearance.well，thechildwasnotmuchtheworse，refrightened，aordingtothesawbones;andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbeanendtoit.buttherewasonecuriouscircumstance.ihadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanatfirstsight.sohadthechildsfamily，whichwasonlynatural.butthedoctorscasewaswhatstruckme.hewastheusualcut-anddryapothecary，ofnoparticularageandcolour，ent，andaboutasetionalasabagpipe.well，sir，hewasliketherestofus;everytimehelookedatmyprisoner，isawthatsawbonesturnsickandwhitewiththedesiretokillhiiknewwhatwasinhismind，justasheknewwhatwasinmine;andkillingbeingoutofthequestion，wedidthenextbest.wetoldthemanwecouldandwouldmakesuchascandaloutofthis，asshouldmakehisnamestinkfroneendoflondontotheother.ifhehadanyfriendsoranycredit，weundertookthatheshouldlosetheandallthetime，aswewerepitchingitinredhot，wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasbestwecould，fortheywereaswildasharpies.ineversawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;andtherewasthemaninthemiddle，withakindofblack，sneeringcoolness—frightenedtoo，icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff，sir，reallylikesatan.ident，saidhe，iamnaturallyhelpless.nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidascene，sayshe.nameyourfigure.well，wescrewedhimuptoa混dredpoundsforthechildsfamily;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief，andatlasthestruck.thenextthingwastogettheney;andwheredoyouthinkhecarriedusbuttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutakey，wentin，andpresentlycamebackwiththematteroftenpoundsingoldandachequeforthebalanceoncouttss，drawnpayabletobearerandsignedwithanamethaticantmention，thoughitsoneofthepointsofmystory，butitwasanameatleastverywellknownandoftenprinted.thefigurewasstiff;butthesignaturewasgoodforrethanthat，ifitwasonlygenuine.itookthelibertyofpoinouttomygentlemanthatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal，andthatamandoesnot，inreallife，walkintoacellardooratfourintherningandeoutofitwithanothermanschequeforcloseupona混dredpounds.buthewasquiteeasyandsneering.setyourmindatrest，sayshe，iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopenandcashthechequemyself.soweallsetoff，thedoctor，andthechildsfather，andourfriendandmyself，andpassedtherestofthenightinmychambers;andnextday，whenwehadbreakfasted，wentinabodytothebank.igaveinthecheckmyself，andsaidihadeveryreasontobelieveitwasaforgery.notabitofit.thechequewasgenuine."

"tut-tut，"saidmr.utterson.

"iseeyoufeelasido，"saidmr.enfield."yes，itsabadstory.formymanwasafellowthatnobodycouldhavetodowith，areallydamnableman;andthepersonthatdrewthechequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties，celebratedtoo，and（whatmakesitworse）oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheycallgood.black-mail，isuppose;anhonestmanpayingthroughthenoseforsomeofthecapersofhisyouth.blackmailhouseiswhaticallthatplacewiththedoor，inconsequence.thougheventhat，youknow，isfarfromexplainingall，"headded，andwiththewordsfellintoaveinofmusing.

fromthishewasrecalledbymr.uttersonaskingrathersuddenly:"andyoudontknowifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?""alikelyplace，isntit?"returnedmr.enfield."butihappentohavenoticedhisaddress;helivesinsomesquareorother.""andyouneveraskedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?"saidmr.utterson.

"no，sir:ihadadelicacy，"wasthereply."ifeelverystronglyaboutputquestions;itpartakestoomuchofthestyleofthedayofjudgment.youstartaquestion，anditslikestarastone.yousitquietlyonthetopofahill;andawaythestonegoes，starothers;andpresentlysomeblandoldbird（thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof）isknockedontheheadinhisownback-gardenandthefamilyhavetochangetheirname.no，sir，imakeitaruleofmine:thereitlookslikequeerstreet，thelessiask."

"averygoodrule，too，"saidthelawyer.

"butihavestudiedtheplaceformyself，"continuedmr.enfield."itseemsscarcelyahouse.thereisnootherdoor，andnobodygoesinoroutofthatonebut，onceinagreatwhile，thegentlemanofmyadventure.therearethreewindowslookingonthecourtonthefirstfloor;nonebelow;thewindowsarealwaysshutbuttheyreclean.andthenthereisachimneywhichisgenerallysking;sosomebodymustlivethere.andyetitsnotsosure;forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthatcourt，thatitshardtosaywhereoneendsandanotherbegins."

thepairwalkedonagainforawhileinsilence;andthen，"enfield，"saidmr.utterson，"thatsagoodruleofyours."

"yes，ithinkitis，"returnedenfield.

"butforallthat，"continuedthelawyer，"theresonepointiwanttoask:iwanttoaskthenameofthatmanwhowalkedoverthechild."

"well，"saidmr.enfield，"icantseewhatharmitwoulddo.itwasamanofthenameofhyde."

"hm，"saidmr.utterson."whatsortofamanishetosee?"

"heisnoteasytodescribe.thereissomethingwrongwithhisappearance;somethingdispleasing，somethingdownrightdetestable.ineversawamanisodisliked，andyetiscarceknowwhy.hemustbedeformedsomewhere;hegivesastrongfeelingofdeformity，althoughicouldntspecifythepoint.hesanextraordinary-lookingman，andyetireallycannamenothingoutoftheway.no，sir;icanmakenohandofit;icantdescribehianditsnotwantofmery;forideclareicanseehimthisment."

mr.uttersonagainwalkedsomewayinsilenceandobviousl玉nderaweightofconsideration.

"youaresureheusedakey?"heinquiredatlast.

"mydearsir…"beganenfield，surprisedoutofhimself.

"yes，iknow，"saidutterson;"iknowitmustseemstrange.thefactis，ifidonotaskyouthenameoftheotherparty，itisbecauseiknowitalready.yousee，richard，yourtalehasgonehome.ifyouhavebeeninexactinanypoint，youhadbettercorrectit."

"ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme，"returnedtheother，withatouchofsullenness."butihavebeenpedanticallyexact，asyoucallit.thefellowhadakey;andwhatsre，hehasitstill.isawhimuseit，notaweekago."

mr.uttersonsigheddeeplybutsaidneveraword;andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed."hereisanotherlessontosaynothing，"saidhe."iamashamedofmylongtongue.letusmakeabargainnevertorefertothisagain."

"withallmyheart，"saidthelawyer."ishakehandsonthat，richard."