Story of the Door
Two doors from one corner, on the left hand going east, the line was broken by the entry of a court… The door…was blistered and distained.
The man trampled calmly over the child’s body and left her screaming on the ground… It was like some damn juggernaut.
I never saw a circle of such hateful faces; and there was the man in the middle, with a kind of black sneering coolness…carrying it off, sir, really like Satan.
It was his custom of a Sunday, when his meal was over, to sit close by the fire, a volume of some dry divinity on his desk, until the clock of the neighbouring church rang at the hour of twelve, when he would go soberly and gratefully to bed. On this night however…he took up a candle and went into his business room.
It is more than ten year’s since Henry Jekyll’s became too fanciful for me. He began to go wrong, wrong in the mind…and I have seen devilish little of the man.
…still he was digging at the problem…his imagination also was engaged, or enslaved.
…in spite of the low growl of London from all around.
Mr Hyde shrank back with a hissing intake of breath….snarled aloud into a savage laugh
Ay, it must be that; the ghost of some old sin, the cancer of some concealed disgrace: punishment coming PEDE CLAUDO.
Although a fog rolled over the city in the small hours, the early part of the night was cloudless, and…brilliantly lit by the full moon.
Mr Hyde broke out of all bounds and clubbed him to the earth. And the next moment, with ape-like fury, he was trampling his victim underfoot and hailing down a storm of blows, under which the bones were audibly shattered…
A great chocolate-coloured pall lowered over heaven…and there would be a rich lurid brown…like a district of some city in a nightmare.
…whilst he had always been known for charities, he was now no less distinguished for religion.
Incident at the window.
…the smile as struck out of his face and succeeded by an expression of such abject terror and despair, as froze the very blood of the two gentlemen below.
…The fire was built high; and about the hearth the whole of the servants…stood huddled together like a flock of sheep.
“For God sake…find me some of the old.”
…when that masked thing like a monkey jumped among the chemicals and whipped into the cabinet, it went down my spine like ice.
And now, you who have so long been bound to the most narrow and material views, you who have denied the virtue of transcendental medicine, you who have derided your superiors – behold!
He reeled, staggered, clutched as the table and held on, staring with injected eyes, gasping with open mouth; and as I looked there came I though a change – he seemed to swell – his face became suddenly black…
…for there before my eyes – place and shaken, and half fainting, and groping before him with his hands, like a man restored from death – there stood Henry Jekyll!
Man is not truly one but truly two…
I…managed to compound a drug by which these powers should be dethroned from their supremacy, and second countenance substituted…and bore the stamp of lower elements of my soul.