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"Jekiel is also sick," Utterson observed. "Have you seen him?"

But his face changed, and he raised his trembling hand. "I hope I never see Dr. Jekyll again," he said loudly and unsteadily. "I'm done with that person; I beg you to give no hints to people I think are dead."

"Tsk tut!" Mr. Utterson said; then after a long pause, "I can't do anything?" he asked. "We are three very old friends, Leon Yang; we will not live for others."

"Nothing can be done," Lannion replied. "Ask yourself."

The lawyer said: "He won't see me."

The reply said: "I am not surprised by this." "One day, Utterson, after I die, you may come to learn right and wrong. I can't tell you. At the same time, if you can sit down and talk with me For other things, please stay and do it for God’s sake; but if you can’t ignore this wrong topic, go in the name of God, because I can’t bear it.”

After returning home, Utterson sat down and wrote to Jekyll, complaining that he had been evicted from the house, and asked about the reason for the unhappy breakup with Layan. He was given a very long answer the next day, usually with very sad words, and sometimes even a little fuzzy. The quarrel with is incurable. Jekyll wrote: "I don't blame our old friend, but I agree with him that we can never meet. I mean from then on to live an extremely secluded life; if my door is often closed to you, Don’t be surprised, and don’t doubt my friendship. You must make me suffer to walk my own dark path. I have brought myself a punishment and a danger that I cannot say. If I were a sinner The leader of, I am also the leader of the victims. I cannot think that there is such an uninhabited place of pain and terror on the earth. And you can only do one thing, Utterson, to alleviate this fate, that is to respect me Silence." Utterson was surprised. Hyde's dark influence was undone, and the doctor returned to his previous mission and friendliness. A week ago, the prospective client smiled at every promise full of joy and glory. Now after a while, friendship and inner peace, as well as his entire life, are ruined. Such a huge and unprepared change shows madness. But the manners and words considered must lay a deeper foundation for it. Now after a while, friendship and inner peace, as well as his entire life, are ruined. Such a huge and unprepared change shows madness. But the manners and words considered must lay a deeper foundation for it. Now after a while, friendship and inner peace, as well as his entire life, are ruined. Such a huge and unprepared change shows madness. But the manners and words considered must lay a deeper foundation for it.

A week later, the doctor went to bed, and he died in less than two weeks. One night after the funeral, he was sadly affected. Utterson locked the door of the business room and sat there with a melancholy candle lit his figure. He reached out and sealed a hand-held envelope on him. Front and seal with wax paper. The seal of his dead friend. "Private: in the hands of Utsen and unread when he was destroyed in his previous life", so it was superscripted; the lawyer was afraid to see what was inside. He thought: "I buried a friend today, what if it makes me spend more money?" Then he condemned this fear as disloyal and broke the seal. There is also an enclosed wall inside, and on the cover it is marked "Do not open until Dr. Henry Jekyll has died or disappeared." Utterson couldn't believe his eyes. Yes, that was a disappearance; just as he had regained the crazy will of his author a long time ago, here has disappeared again, and Henry Jekyll’s name is also enclosed in parentheses. But in the will, this idea originated from Hyde's risk advice. Its purpose is too simple and terrible. What does it mean by hand? The trustee was very curious and ignored the ban and immediately dived into these mysteries; but the professional honor and belief of his dead friend was a strict obligation; Xiao Bao slept in the innermost of his personal safe.

It is one thing to destroy curiosity, but another to overcome curiosity. From that day on, it may be doubtful whether Utterson will yearn for the society of his surviving friends with the same passion. He thought of him kindly. But his thoughts became melancholy and fearful. He did call. But maybe he was relieved when he was refused admission. Perhaps, in his heart, he prefers to talk to Poole at the door and be surrounded by the air and sounds of the open city, rather than being occupied by the house that is voluntarily bound, and sitting down to speak with his incomprehensible hermit. In fact, Poole has no very pleasant news to communicate. It now appears that doctors confine themselves to the cabinet above the laboratory more than ever, sometimes even sleeping there. He was depressed, became very silent, and did not read. It seems like he is thinking. Utterson has become so accustomed to the invariability of these reports that his frequency of visits has gradually declined.

Events in the window

On Sunday, while Mr. Utterson and Mr. Enfield were walking as usual, they happened to cross this side street again. When they came to the door, both stopped and stared at it.

"Well," Enfield said, "that story is at least over. We will never see Mr. Hyde again."

"I hope not," Utterson said. "Have I told you that I have met him and shared your sense of rejection?"

Enfield replied: "It is impossible to do one without one person." "By the way, you must have thought of me having a butt. I don't know if this is a retreat to Dr. Jekyll! Even if I find out, I have discovered it myself. part of the reason."

"So you found out, didn't you?" Utterson said. "But if this is the case, we can walk into the courtroom and look at the window. To be honest, I am upset with poor Jekyll; even outside, I feel as if the presence of a friend might be good for him."

The stadium is very cool, a bit humid, and full of precocious twilight, although the high sky is still bright in the sunset. One of the three windows is half open. Then sitting next to it, like some discouraged prisoners, imprisoned like a crow with infinite sorrow, Utson saw Dr. Jekyll.

"What! Jekyll!" he cried. "I believe you will be better."

"I'm very depressed, Utterson," the doctor replied dejectedly, "very depressed. Thank God, this won't last long."

The lawyer said: "You stay indoors too much." "You should go out and stir up circulation like Mr. Enfield and I. This is my cousin-Mr. Enfield-Dr. Jekyll. Put on your hat and join us. Fast forward together."

"You are fine," the other party sighed. "I want very much; but no, no, no, it is totally impossible; I dare not but yes, Utterson, I am very happy to meet you. It is an honor. I will ask you and Mr. Enfield , But this place is really inappropriate."

"Then why," the lawyer said kindly, "our best way is to stay here and talk to you from where we are."

"This is my suggestion," the doctor said with a smile. But the words were barely spoken, before the smile disappeared from the face, and the expression of such horror and despair followed by the blood of the two gentlemen below. They saw it, but caught a glimpse of the window being pushed down immediately. But that glimpse was enough, and they turned and left the court without saying a word. They also walked through this street in silence. Until they walked into a small road nearby, until Sunday, there was still some excitement in life, Mr. Utterson finally turned around and looked at his companion. Both of them are pale. There was a terrifying answer in their eyes.

Mr. Utsen said: "God forgive us, God forgive us."

But Mr. Enfield just nodded very seriously, and then went on quietly.

the last night

One night after dinner, Mr. Utterson was sitting by the fireplace when he was surprised to receive a visit from Poole.

"Bless me, Poole, what brought you here?" He cried; then looked at him again, "What's wrong with you?" He added; "Is the doctor sick?"

"Sir. The man said, Utterson, "Something happened. "

The lawyer said: "Please sit down, this is for you a glass of wine." "Now, take a moment, and then simply tell me what you want."

Poole replied: "Sir, you know the doctor's way and how he shut up. Well, he is locked in the cabinet again. Sir, I don't like it, I hope I can die. Sir, Mr. Utterson, I am afraid.

The lawyer said: "Now, my good man, be clear. What are you afraid of?"

"I've been in fear for about a week," Poole resolutely ignored the question, "I can't stand it anymore."

The man's appearance fully explained his words. His attitude got worse; he never saw the lawyer's face except the moment he first announced the horror. Even now, he still sits on his lap and hasn't tasted a glass of wine, his eyes pointed to the corner of the floor. "I can't take it anymore," he repeated.

The lawyer said, "Come on, Poole, I know you have a good reason. I see some serious problems. Try to tell me what it is."

Poole said hoarsely: "I think it's a foul."

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