Chapter 975:

Mr. Utterson was finally sent to the doctor's ward. It was a large room with a glass press. In addition, it was equipped with a cheese glass and a business table, and it looked towards the court through three dusty iron windows. The fire burned in the furnace; a lamp was placed on the shelf of the chimney, because even in the house, the fog began to scatter densely. Doctor Jekyll sat there, close to the warmth, looking dyingly ill. Instead of standing up to greet his visitors, he extended a cold hand and greeted him with a changing voice. Light fell dimly from the misty dome. At the other end, a row of stairs was installed on a door covered with red shutters. In this way, Mr. Utterson was finally sent to the doctor's ward. It was a large room with a glass press. In addition, it was equipped with a cheese glass and a business table, and it looked towards the court through three dusty iron windows. The fire burned in the furnace; a lamp was placed on the shelf of the chimney, because even in the house, the fog began to scatter densely. Doctor Jekyll sat there, close to the warmth, looking dyingly ill. Instead of standing up to greet his visitors, he extended a cold hand and greeted him with a changing voice. Light fell dimly from the misty dome. At the other end, a row of stairs was installed on a door covered with red shutters. In this way, Mr. Utterson was finally sent to the doctor's ward. It was a large room with a glass press. In addition, it was equipped with a cheese glass and a business table, and it looked towards the court through three dusty iron windows. The fire burned in the furnace; a lamp was placed on the shelf of the chimney, because even in the house, the fog began to scatter densely. Doctor Jekyll sat there, close to the warmth, looking dyingly ill. Instead of standing up to greet his visitors, he extended a cold hand and greeted him with a changing voice. Utterson was finally sent to the doctor's ward. It was a large room with a glass press. In addition, it was equipped with a cheese glass and a business table, and it looked towards the court through three dusty iron windows. The fire burned in the furnace; a lamp was placed on the shelf of the chimney, because even in the house, the fog began to scatter densely. Doctor Jekyll sat there, close to the warmth, looking dyingly ill. Instead of standing up to greet his visitors, he extended a cold hand and greeted him with a changing voice. Utterson was finally sent to the doctor's ward. It was a large room with a glass press. In addition, it was equipped with a cheese glass and a business table, and it looked towards the court through three dusty iron windows. The fire burned in the furnace; a lamp was placed on the shelf of the chimney, because even in the house, the fog began to scatter densely. Doctor Jekyll sat there, close to the warmth, looking dyingly ill. Instead of standing up to greet his visitors, he extended a cold hand and greeted him with a changing voice. Put a lamp on the shelf of the chimney, because even in the house, the fog began to scatter densely. Doctor Jekyll sat there, close to the warmth, looking dyingly ill. Instead of standing up to greet his visitors, he extended a cold hand and greeted him with a changing voice. Put a lamp on the shelf of the chimney, because even in the house, the fog began to scatter densely. Doctor Jekyll sat there, close to the warmth, looking dyingly ill. Instead of standing up to greet his visitors, he extended a cold hand and greeted him with a changing voice.
"Now," Mr. Utterson said, after Poole left them, "have you heard the news?"
The doctor shuddered. He said: "They were crying in the square." "I heard their voices in the dining room."
"One word," the lawyer said. "It's my client, but you are also my client. I want to know what I'm doing. Are you still not angry enough to hide this guy?"
The doctor shouted: "Utterson, I swear to God, I swear to God, I will never look at him again. I feel honored for you because I work with him in this world. It's all over. Indeed. He doesn’t want my help. You don’t know him like I do; he is safe, he is safe; remember my words, he will never hear him again."
The lawyer listened in frustration; he didn't like his friend's crazy attitude. "You seem to be quite sure of him," he said. "For your sake, I hope you may be right. If there is a trial, your name may appear."
Jekyll replied: "I'm pretty sure of him." "I have a definite reason why I can't share it with anyone. But you might suggest something to me. I have received a letter; I don't know if I should show it to the police . Utsen, I want to keep it in your hands. I believe you will judge wisely; I trust you very much."
"I think you are worried that this might lead to him being discovered?" asked the lawyer.
"No," the other party said. "I can't say that I care about what Hyde is like; I'm very satisfied with him. I was thinking about my character, and this nasty business was exposed."
Utterson thought for a while. He was surprised by his friend's selfishness, but still felt relieved. "Okay," he said at last, "let me read this letter."
The letter was written in strange, upright handwriting and signed on "Edward Hyde": this is short enough to show that the author’s benefactor, Dr. Jekyll, has resignedly repaid thousands of pounds for a long time for generosity without any effort. For his safety, he determined the means of escape he relied on. The lawyer likes this letter very much. It embodies intimacy better than what he is looking for. He blamed some of his past doubts on himself.
"Do you have an envelope?" he asked.
Jekyll replied, "I burned it, and then I thought about what I was thinking. But there is no postmark. The note has been handed in."
"Should I keep it and sleep on it?" Utterson asked.
The reply said: "I hope you can judge for me completely." "I have lost confidence in myself."
The lawyer wrote back and said: "Well, I will consider it." "Now, let me say one more sentence: Did Hyde stipulate the disappearance clause in your will?"
The doctor seemed to faint. He shut his mouth and nodded.
"I know," Utterson said. "He was going to kill you. You escaped well."
The doctor solemnly replied: "I have achieved a goal beyond my purpose: I have taken a lesson, God, Utterson, what lesson I have!" He covered it for a moment with his hand.
When going out, the lawyer stopped and talked a word or two with Poole. He said, "Goodbye, today I received a letter: What kind of person is the messenger?" But Poole was sure that there was nothing but mail. He added: "And there are only circulars."
The news made the visitors feel terrified and spread out again. Obviously this letter came from the door of the laboratory. Indeed, it may be written in the Cabinet; if so, you must make a different judgment and be more cautious. When the newsboys left, the newsboys kept crying with a hoarse voice: "Special issue. Shocking murder", it was a friend and client's funeral; he couldn't help but feel a little worried, so as not to absorb another person in the whirlpool of scandal good reputation. At least, this is a harsh decision he must make. Accustomed to develop the habit of self-reliance, he began to miss the advice he yearned for. You cannot own it directly. But he thinks it might be for fishing.
Soon thereafter, he and Mr. Gate, the receptionist of the fireplace, sat on the other side of his fireplace. The distance between him and the fire was just right. In the middle was a carefully calculated distance. It was a special bottle of wine that had been aged for a long time. There is no sunbathing on the foundation of the house. The fog still hung on the wing above the drowned city, where the lights flickered like. Through the muffled and muffled sound of this dark cloud, life in the town is still rolling in the aorta, like a strong wind. But the room is and there is fire. The acid in the bottle has long been dissolved. The imperial dye softens with the passage of time because the colors in the dyeing window become more and more abundant; and the light of the hot autumn afternoon in the vineyards on the hillside can release and disperse the fog of London at any time. The lawyer melted absurdly. There is no one who keeps a secret better than Mr. Gate. And he was not always sure how much he kept. Guests often go to see a doctor. He knows Poole; he may have hardly heard of Mr. Hyde’s familiarity with the house...
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