The strange case of DrJekyll and MrHudeIllustrated by Charles Raymond Macauley . going east, the line was broken by theentry of a court; and just at that point, a cer-tain sinister block of building thrust forwardits gable on the street. It was two storieshigh, showed no window, nothing but a dooron the lower story and a blind forehead of dis-colored wall on the upper, and bore in everyfeature the marks of prolonged and sordidnegligence. The door, which was equippedwith neither bell nor knocker, was bli-teredand distained. Tramps slouched into the re-cess and struck matches on the panels; thec
The strange case of DrJekyll and MrHudeIllustrated by Charles Raymond Macauley . going east, the line was broken by theentry of a court; and just at that point, a cer-tain sinister block of building thrust forwardits gable on the street. It was two storieshigh, showed no window, nothing but a dooron the lower story and a blind forehead of dis-colored wall on the upper, and bore in everyfeature the marks of prolonged and sordidnegligence. The door, which was equippedwith neither bell nor knocker, was bli-teredand distained. Tramps slouched into the re-cess and struck matches on the panels; thechildren kept shop upon the steps; the school-boy had tried his knife on the moldings ; andfor close on a generation no one had appearedto drive away these random visitors or to repairtheir ravages. Mr. Enheld and the Lawyer were on theother side of the by-street; but when they 7 The Strange Case of Dr. yekyll and Mr. Hyde came abreast of the entry, the former liftedup his cane and pointed. Did you ever remark that door? he asked ; and when hiscompanion had re- iililll .iiftiy. plied in the affirma-tive, It is connectedin my mind, addedhe, with a very oddstory. Indeed? said Mr. Utterson, with a slight change of voice, and what was that? -Well, it was this way, I was returned Mr. Enfield coming home from some placeat the end of the world, about three oclockof a black winter morning, and my way 18 Story of the Door lay through a part of town where there-was literally nothing to be seen but after street, and all the folks asleep-street after street, all lighted up as it tor aprocession and all as empty as a church—tillat last I got into that state of mind when aman listens and listens and begins to long torthe sight of a policeman. All at once, I sawtwo figures: one a little man who was stump-ing along eastward at a good walk, and theother a girl of maybe eight or ten who wasrunning as hard as she was able down a crossstreet. Well, sir, the two ran into each othernat
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