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    The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (illustrated)
    The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (illustrated)
    The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (illustrated)
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    The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (illustrated)

    By Robert Louis Stevenson

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    The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
    First published in 1886, Robert Louis Stevenson's The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is a timeless gothic classic that explores the duality of human nature. The story follows the respectable Dr. Jekyll, whose experiments lead to the creation of his sinister alter ego, Mr. Hyde. Set against the backdrop of Victorian London, this gripping novella delves into themes of morality, identity, and the conflict between good and evil.
    This digital edition preserves the original text and has been carefully formatted for an enhanced reading experience. Perfect for fans of mystery, horror, and thought-provoking literature.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSwish
    Release dateDec 5, 2024
    ISBN9791223091227
    The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (illustrated)
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    Robert Louis Stevenson

    Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson was born on 13 November 1850, changing his second name to ‘Louis’ at the age of eighteen. He has always been loved and admired by countless readers and critics for ‘the excitement, the fierce joy, the delight in strangeness, the pleasure in deep and dark adventures’ found in his classic stories and, without doubt, he created some of the most horribly unforgettable characters in literature and, above all, Mr. Edward Hyde.

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      The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (illustrated) - Robert Louis Stevenson

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      The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

      The Strange Case of  Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

      by Robert Louis Stevenson

      STORY OF THE DOOR

      SEARCH FOR MR. HYDE

      DR. JEKYLL WAS QUITE AT EASE

      THE CAREW MURDER CASE

      INCIDENT OF THE LETTER

      REMARKABLE INCIDENT OF DR. LANYON

      INCIDENT AT THE WINDOW

      THE LAST NIGHT

      DR. LANYON’S NARRATIVE

      HENRY JEKYLL’S FULL STATEMENT OF THE CASE

      The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

      by Robert Louis Stevenson is a public domain text.

      First published in 1886.

      This version has been formatted for digital publication without altering the original text.

      This ebook is independently formatted from the original 1886 publication of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson.

      This edition has been formatted to improve readability on digital devices, preserving the original text.

      I confirm that this eBook, titled The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, contains only the original text written by Robert Louis Stevenson, which was first published in 1886 and is in the public domain worldwide.

      No additional copyrighted materials, such as images, annotations, forewords, or other supplementary content, have been included. The formatting and layout adjustments have been applied solely to enhance readability on digital devices without altering the original text.

      The Strange Case of

      Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

      by Robert Louis Stevenson

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      STORY OF THE DOOR

      Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance, that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary, and yet somehow lovable. At friendly meetings, and when the wine was to his taste, something eminently human beaconed from his eye; something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life. He was austere with himself; drank gin when he was alone, to mortify a taste for vintages; and though he enjoyed the theatre, had not crossed the doors of one for twenty years. But he had an approved tolerance for others; sometimes wondering, almost with envy, at the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds; and in any extremity inclined to help rather than to reprove. I incline to Cain’s heresy, he used to say quaintly: I let my brother go to the devil in his own way. In this character, it was frequently his fortune to be the last reputable acquaintance and the last good influence in the lives of down-going men. And to such as these, so long as they came about his chambers, he never marked a shade of change in his demeanour.

      No doubt the feat was easy to Mr. Utterson; for he was undemonstrative at the best, and even his friendship seemed to be founded in a similar catholicity of good-nature. It is the mark of a modest man to accept his friendly circle ready-made from the hands of opportunity; and that was the lawyer’s way. His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object. 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 two could see in each other, or what subject they could find in common. It was reported by those who encountered them in their Sunday walks, that they said nothing, looked singularly dull, and would hail with obvious relief the appearance of a friend. For all that, the two men put the greatest store by these excursions, counted them the chief jewel of each week, and not only set aside occasions of pleasure, but even resisted the calls of business, that they might enjoy them uninterrupted.

      It chanced on one of these rambles that their way led them down a by-street in a busy quarter of London. The street was small and what is called quiet, but it drove a thriving trade on the week-days. The inhabitants were all doing well, it seemed, and all emulously hoping to do better still, and laying out the surplus of their gains in coquetry; so that the shop fronts stood along that thoroughfare with an air of invitation, like rows of smiling saleswomen. Even on Sunday, when it veiled its more florid charms and lay comparatively empty of passage, the street shone out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood, like a fire in a forest; and with its freshly painted shutters, well-polished brasses, and general cleanliness and gaiety of note, instantly caught and pleased the eye of the passenger.

      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. It was two stories high; showed no window, nothing but a door on the lower story and a blind forehead of discoloured wall on the upper; and bore in every feature, the marks of prolonged and sordid negligence. The door, which was equipped with neither bell nor knocker, was blistered and distained. Tramps slouched into the recess and struck matches on the panels; children kept shop upon the steps; the schoolboy had tried his knife on the mouldings; and for close on a generation, no one had appeared to drive away these random visitors or to repair their ravages.

      Mr. Enfield and the lawyer were on the other side of the by-street; but when they came abreast of 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, with a 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 of the 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 folks asleep—street after street, all lighted up as if for a procession and all as empty as a church—till at last I got into that state of mind when a man listens and listens and begins to long for the sight of a policeman. All at once, I saw two figures: one a little man who was stumping along eastward at a good walk, and the other a girl of maybe eight or ten who was running as hard as she was able down a cross street. Well, sir, the two ran into one another naturally enough at the corner; and then came the horrible part of the thing; for the man trampled calmly over the child’s body and left her screaming on the ground. It sounds nothing to hear, but it was hellish to see. It wasn’t like a man; it was like some damned Juggernaut. I gave a view-halloa, took to my heels, collared my gentleman, and brought him back to where there was already quite a group about the screaming child. He was perfectly cool and made no resistance, but gave me one look, so ugly that it brought out the sweat on me like running. The people who had turned out were the girl’s own family; and

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