Read the excerpt from chapter 8 of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.Poole felt in his pocket and handed out a crumpled note, which the lawyer, bending nearer to the candle, carefully examined. Its contents ran thus: "Dr. Jekyll presents his compliments to Messrs. Maw. He assures them that their last sample is impure and quite useless for his present purpose. In the year 18—, Dr. J. purchased a somewhat large quantity from Messrs. M. He now begs them to search with most sedulous care, and should any of the same quality be left, forward it to him at once. Expense is no consideration. The importance of this to Dr. J. can hardly be exaggerated.” So far the letter had run composedly enough, but here with a sudden splutter of the pen, the writer’s emotion had broken loose. "For God’s sake,” he added, "find me some of the old.”Read the excerpt from chapter 10 of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.My provision of the salt, which had never been renewed since the date of the first experiment, began to run low. I sent out for a fresh supply and mixed the draught; the ebullition followed, and the first change of colour, not the second; I drank it and it was without efficiency. You will learn from Poole how I have had London ransacked; it was in vain; and I am now persuaded that my first supply was impure, and that it was that unknown impurity which lent efficacy to the draught.
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Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.A change had come over me. It was no longer the fear of the gallows, it was the horror of being Hyde that racked me. I received Lanyon's condemnation partly in a dream; it was partly in a dream that I came home to my own house and got into bed. I slept after the prostration of the day, with a stringent and profound slumber which not even the nightmares that wrung me could avail to break. I awoke in the morning shaken, weakened, but refreshed. I still hated and feared the thought of the brute that slept within me, and I had not of course forgotten the appalling dangers of the day before; but I was once more at home, in my own house and close to my drugs; and gratitude for my escape shone so strong in my soul that it almost rivalled the brightness of hope.
What is the resolution of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?
Read the excerpt from chapter 7 of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.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.”"You stay too much indoors,” said the lawyer. "You should be out, whipping up the circulation like Mr. Enfield and me. (This is my cousin—Mr. Enfield—Dr. Jekyll.) Come now; get your hat and take a quick turn with us.”"You are very good,” sighed the other. "I should like to very much; but no, no, no, it is quite impossible; I dare not.”Read the excerpt from chapter 10 of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself, ay, even beyond what I had thought possible to man, I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self.
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Mr. Hyde’s unethical experiments are an example of which type of conflict?
Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.To cast in my lot with Jekyll, was to die to those appetites which I had long secretly indulged and had of late begun to pamper. To cast it in with Hyde, was to die to a thousand interests and aspirations, and to become, at a blow and forever, despised and friendless.
Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.Yes, I had gone to bed Henry Jekyll, I had awakened Edward Hyde. How was this to be explained? I asked myself; and then, with another bound of terror—how was it to be remedied? . . . . I was then standing horror-struck. It might indeed be possible to cover my face; but of what use was that,when I was unable to conceal the alteration in my stature?
Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.. . . I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self.
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