THE STRAGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL Y MR. HYDE
Mr. Utterson was a layer of rugged countenance, a men cold and hard but he shows an approved tolerance for others, he enjoyed thetheater had not crossed the doors of one for twenty years. the wine and when he was alone he drank gin.
His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; hisaffections, like ivy, were the growth of time, Hence, no doubt the bond that united him to Mr.Richard Enfield, his distant kinsman, the well-known man about town. It was a nut to crack for many, what these twocould see in each other, or what subject they could find in common. In one of his Sunday walks. It chanced on one of these rambles that their way led them down a by-street in a busy quarter ofLondon. The street was small and what is called quiet, but it drove a thriving trade on the weekdays.
Two doors from one corner, on the left hand going east the line was broken by the entry of a court;and just at that point a certain sinister block of building thrust forward its gable on the street.
Mr. Enfield and the lawyer were on the other side of the by-street; but when they came abreastof the entry, the former lifted up his cane and pointed
Did you ever remark that door he asked; and when his companion had replied in the affirmative. "It is connected in my mind," added he, "witha very odd story." "Indeed" said Mr. Utterson, with a slight change of voice, "and what was that?" "Well, it was this way," returned Mr. Enfield: "I was coming home from some place at the end ofthe world, about three o'clock of a black winter morning, and my way lay through a part of town where there was literally nothing to be seen but lamps. Street after street and all the folksasleep--street after street, all lighted up as if for a procession and all as empty as a church the I saw two people: a men and a a girl of maybe eight or ten who was running as hard as she was able down a...