Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."I’ve been afraid for about a week,” returned Poole, doggedly disregarding the question, "and I can bear it no more.”The man’s appearance amply bore out his words; his manner was altered for the worse; and except for the moment when he had first announced his terror, he had not once looked the lawyer in the face. Even now, he sat with the glass of wine untasted on his knee, and his eyes directed to a corner of the floor. "I can bear it no more,” he repeated.
Read excerpt 1 from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.They saw it but for a glimpse for the window was instantly thrust down; but that glimpse had been sufficient, and they turned and left the court without a word. . . . Mr. Utterson at last turned and looked at his companion. They were both pale; and there was an answering horror in their eyes."God forgive us, God forgive us,” said Mr. Utterson.Now read excerpt two."It is well, then that we should be frank,” said the other. "We both think more than we have said; let us make a clean breast. This masked figure that you saw, did you recognise it?”"Well, sir, it went so quick, and the creature was so doubled up, that I could hardly swear to that,” was the answer. "But if you mean, was it Mr. Hyde?—why, yes, I think it was! You see, it was much of the same bigness; and it had the same quick, light way with it; and then who else could have got in by the laboratory door? You have not forgot, sir, that at the time of the murder he had still the key with him? But that’s not all. I don’t know, Mr. Utterson, if you ever met this Mr. Hyde?”"Yes,” said the lawyer, "I once spoke with him.”"Then you must know as well as the rest of us that there was something queer about that gentleman—something that gave a man a turn—I don’t know rightly how to say it, sir, beyond this: that you felt in your marrow kind of cold and thin.”
Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."Sir,” said the butler, turning to a sort of mottled pallor, "that thing was not my master, and there’s the truth. My master”—here he looked round him and began to whisper—"is a tall, fine build of a man, and this was more of a dwarf.” Utterson attempted to protest. "O, sir,” cried Poole, "do you think I do not know my master after twenty years? Do you think I do not know where his head comes to in the cabinet door, where I saw him every morning of my life? No, sir, that thing in the mask was never Dr. Jekyll—God knows what it was, but it was never Dr. Jekyll; and it is the belief of my heart that there was murder done.”
Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.Right in the middle there lay the body of a man sorely contorted and still twitching. They drew near on tiptoe, turned it on its back and beheld the face of Edward Hyde. He was dressed in clothes far too large for him, clothes of the doctor's bigness; the cords of his face still moved with a semblance of life, but life was quite gone: and by the crushed phial in the hand and the strong smell of kernels that hung upon the air, Utterson knew that he was looking on the body of a self-destroyer."We have come too late,” he said sternly, "whether to save or punish. Hyde is gone to his account; and it only remains for us to find the body of your master.”
Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.The besiegers, appalled by their own riot and the stillness that had succeeded, stood back a little and peered in. There lay the cabinet before their eyes in the quiet lamplight, a good fire glowing and chattering on the hearth, the kettle singing its thin strain, a drawer or two open, papers neatly set forth on the business table, and nearer the fire, the things laid out for tea; the quietest room, you would have said, and, but for the glazed presses full of chemicals, the most commonplace that night in London.Right in the middle there lay the body of a man sorely contorted and still twitching. They drew near on tiptoe, turned it on its back and beheld the face of Edward Hyde. He was dressed in clothes far too large for him, clothes of the doctor's bigness; the cords of his face still moved with a semblance of life, but life was quite gone: and by the crushed phial in the hand and the strong smell of kernels that hung upon the air, Utterson knew that he was looking on the body of a self-destroyer."We have come too late,” he said sternly, "whether to save or punish. Hyde is gone to his account; and it only remains for us to find the body of your master.”
One theme in The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is the message "Evil can never truly hide itself.”
One theme in The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is the message "It is important to trust one’s instincts.”
As a theme develops throughout a text, the message
Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.The court was very cool and a little damp, and full of premature twilight, although the sky, high up overhead, was still bright with sunset. The middle one of the three windows was half-way open; and sitting close beside it, taking the air with an infinite sadness of mien, like some disconsolate prisoner, Utterson saw Dr. Jekyll."What! Jekyll!” he cried. "I trust you are better.”"I am very low, Utterson,” replied the doctor drearily, "very low. It will not last long, thank God.”
One theme in The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is the message "It is important to trust one’s instincts.”
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Part 3: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: Making Inferences and Predictions
Part 3: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: Making Inferences and Predictions
Part 3: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: Making Inferences and Predictions