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化身博士,英语Next Chinese 1 The mysterious doorMr Utterson the lawyer was a quiet， serious man Hewas shy with strangers and afraid of showing his feelings Among friends， however， his eyes shone with kindnessand goodnessAnd， although this goodness never found itsway into his conversation， it showed itself in his way of lifeHe did not allow himself many enjoyable things in life He ateand drank simply and， although he enjoyed the theatre，hehad not been to a play for twenty years However， he wasgentler towards other men s weaknesses，and was alwaysready to help rather than blame them As a lawyer， he was often the last good person that evil-doers met on their way toprison，or worse These people often carried with them memories of his politeness and fairnessMr Utterson's best friend was a distant cousin calledRichard Enfield，who was well known as a fun-loving manabout townNobody could understand why they werefriends， as they were different from each other in every wayThey often took long walks together，however， marchingthrough the streets of London in companionable silenceOne of these walks used to take them down a narrow sidestreet in a busy part of London It was a clean， busy， friendlystreet with bright little shops and shiny doorknockers Nearthe end of this street， however， stood a dark， mysterious，windowless buildingThe door had neither bell nor knockerand looked dusty and uncared for Dirty children played fearlessly on the doorstep， and nobody ever opened the door todrive them awayOne day，as Mr Enfield and his friend passed the building，Mr Enfield pointed to itHave you ever noticed that place？he askedIt remindsme of a very strange storyReally？said Mr UttersonTell meWell，began Enfield，I was coming home about threeoclock on a black winter morning，when suddenly I saw twopeopleThe first was a short man who was walking along thestreet，and the second was a little girl who was running as fastas she could Well，the two bumped into each other and thechild fell downThen a terrible thing happenedThe mancalmly walked all over the child's body with his heavy boots，and left her screaming on the groundIt was an inhuman thingto doI ran after the man， caught him and fetched him backThere was already a small crowd around the screaming childThe man was perfectly cool， but he gave me a very evil look，which made me feel sick in my stomachThe child's familythen arrived， and also a doctor The child had been sent tofetch the doctor for a sick neighbour，and was on her wayhome again“The child is more frightened than hurt，”said thedoctorand that， you would think， was the end of the storyBut， you see，I had taken a violent dislike to the short manSo had the child's familythat was only naturalBut the doctor， who seemed a quiet， kindly man， was also looking at ourprisoner with murder in his eyesThe doctor and I understood each other perfectlyTogether we shouted at the man， and told him we would tell this story all over London so that his name would be hatedHe looked back at us with a proud，blach look“Nameyour price，”he saidWe made him agree to a hundred pounds for the child sfamily With another black look， the man led us to that doorover thereHe took out a key and let himself into thebuildingPresently he came out and handed us ten pounds ingold and a cheque for ninety pounds from Coutts's Bank Thename on the cheque was a well-known one“See here，”said the doctor doubtfully，“it isn't usual for aman to walk into an empty house at four in the morning andcome out with another man's cheque for nearly a hundredpounds”“Don't worry，”said the man with an ugly look，“I'll staywith you until the banks open，andchange the chequemyself”So we all went off， the doctor and the prisoner and myself，and spent the rest of the night at my houseIn the morningwe went together to the bank Sure enough， the cheque wasgood， and the money was passed to the child's familyWell，well，said Mr UttersonYes，said Enfield，it's a strange storyMy prisoner wasclearly a hard， cruel man But the man whose name was onthe cheque was well known all over London for his kind andgenerous actsWhy would a man like that give his cheque to acriminal？And you don't know if the writer of the cheque lives inthat building？asked Mr UttersonI don't like to ask，said his friendIn my experience，it's not a good idea to ask too many questions，in case the answers are ugly，violent onesBut I've studied the place alittleIt doesn't seem like a house There's no other door，and the only person who uses that door is the man I've just described to youThere are three windows on the side of thehouse，which look down onto a small courtyardThe windowsare shut，but they're always cleanThere's a chimney too，which is usually smokingSo somebody must live thereThe two men continued on their walk Then Utterson brokethe silenceEnfield，he said，you're right about not asking toomany questionsHowever，I want to ask the name of the manwho walked over the childVery well， said EnfieldHe told us his name wasHydeWhat does he look like？He's not easy to describe， although I remember him perfectlyHe's a strange-looking manHe's short，but has astrong， heavy bodyThere's something wrong with his appearance，something ugly and unpleasingno，somethinghatefulI disliked him at onceMr Utterson thought deeplyAre you sure he used a key？he askedWhat do you mean？asked Enfield in surpriseI know it must seem strange，said his friendBut yousee， if I don't ask you the name on the cheque， it's because Iknow it alreadyWell， why didn't you tell me？said his friend rathercrosslyAnyway， he did have a key， and he still has it Isaw him use it only a week agoMr Utterson looked at him thoughtfully，but said nothingmoreNext Chinese Previous Next Chinese 2 In search of Mr HydeAfter dinner that evening Mr Utterson went into his office and unlocked a cupboard He took out an envelopeIt contained the will of Doctor Henry Jekyll，and was writtenin the doctor's own handwritingIf I die，or if I disappear for more than three months，thewill began，I wish to leave everything I own to my dearfriend Edward HydeThis will had both worried and annoyed Mr Utterson To alawyer it was an unusual and dangerous kind of will It wasbad enough when Edward Hyde was only an unknown name，but now that the lawyer knew something about Hyde， the willworried him more than ever It had seemed like madness before；now it began to seem shameful With a heavy heart MrUtterson replaced the envelope in the cupboard，put on hiscoat and went to see his old friend Doctor LanyonDoctor Lanyon was enjoying his after-dinner coffeeComein，old friend！ he cried The two men had known each othersince their school daysThey sat for several minutes，drinkingcoffee and talking companionably of this and that At last MrUtterson mentioned the thoughts that were worrying himI suppose，Lanyon，he said，that you and I are HenryJekyll's oldest friends？I suppose so，said Doctor Lanyon，but I don't often seehim nowReally？ said Mr Utterson in surpriseI thought you andhe were interested in the same thingsWe were at one time，said Doctor LanyonBut morethan ten years ago Henry Jekyll became toowell，imaginativefor me He developed some strange，wild， unscientific ideas Itold him so，and I've seen very little of him since thenMr Utterson looked at his friend's red， angry faceOnly adisagreement about some scientific question，he thoughtIt's nothing worse than that Calmly he continued，Didyou ever meet a friend of Jekyll's a man called Hyde？Hyde？repeated LanyonNo， neverSoon the lawyer said goodnight and went home to bed，where he lay awake for a long time thinking about Enfield's description of Hyde，and Doctor Jekyll's willWhen at last hefell asleep，he was troubled by dreams In his mind's eye hesaw a faceless man marching over the child's bodyThen hesaw his old friend Jekyll in bed，while the same faceless figurestood over himThe facelessness of that figure worried himdeeplyVery well，Mr Hyde，said the lawyer to himself，I willfind you，and I will see your face for myselfDuring the next few weeks Mr Utterson spent many hoursin the narrow street where Enfield had seen HydeHe waitedpatiently near the mysterious door， hoping for a sight of MrHydeand one dry， clear winter night he was successfulThe street was empty and silent and small sounds carried along wayThe lawyer heard footsteps He stepped back intothe shadows and waitedA short figure turned the corner andwalked towards the mysterious door Although Mr Uttersoncould not see his face， he felt a strong， almost violent， dislikefor the strangerMr Utterson stepped forward and touched him on the shoulderMr Hyde？Yes，that's my name，said the stranger coolly What doyou want？I see that you're going inI'm an old friend of DoctorJekyll'sMy name is UttersonYou must have heard mynamemay I come in with you？Doctor Jekyll is not at home，replied Mr HydeHow didyou know me？he added sharplyFirst let me see your face，replied the lawyerMr Hyde hesitated for a moment， then he stood under thestreet light and the lawyer saw his faceThank you， saidMr UttersonNow I shall know you again It may beusefulYes，said Mr Hyde，it may indeed be usefulHere，too，is my addressYou may need it one dayHe gave the lawyerhis address，which was in a poor part of LondonGood God！thought the lawyer，does Hyde know aboutJekyll's will？Is that what he's thinking of？But he saidnothingAnd now，said Mr Hyde，How did you know me？You were described to meWho did that？I know people who know youWho？ asked Mr Hyde sharplyDoctor Jekyll，for example，said the lawyerHe never told you！cried Mr Hyde in sudden angerDon't lie to me！And before the lawyer could answer， heturned the key in the lock and disappeared into the houseMr Utterson stared at the closed doorWhy do I dislikehim so much？he said to himselfEnfield was rightthereis something evil about the manPoor Henry Jekyll，I'm worried about you Your new friend will mean trouble for youRound the corner from the narrow street there was a squareof handsome old housesOne of these was DoctorJekyll's house，and Mr Utterson knocked at the front door The servant answered and told him that Doctor Jekyll was not athomeI saw Mr Hyde go in by the laboratory door in the street atthe back of the house， said the lawyerThat's right，Mr Utterson，replied the servant MrHyde has his own key， and comes and goes when he likes Wehave orders from Doctor Jekyll to obey himMr Utterson walked home more worried than everA fortnight later Doctor Jekyll gave a dinner party for a fewold friendsMr Utterson was among them and he remained after the others had leftI've been wanting to speak to you for some time，Jekyll，said the lawyer，about your willDoctor Jekyll was a tall， wellmade man of fifty with asmooth， kindly faceMy poor friend，he said，you doworry unnecessarily， you know Like poor Lanyon when Itold him about my new ideas“Imaginative rubbish”he calledthem I'm very disappointed in LanyonBut the lawyer did not want to talk about Doctor LanyonYou know I've never agreed with your will，he continuedYou've told me often enough，said his friend sharplyWell，I've learnt something about your friend Hyde，continued the lawyerThe colour of the doctor's handsome face changed from pinkto greyish-whiteI don't want to hear any more，he saidYou don't understand I'm in a very difficult，painful situationTell me everything，said Mr Utterson，and I'll do mybest to help youYou're very kind，but this is a private matterI'll tell youone thingI can get rid of Mr Hyde any time I want Youmust understand，however， that I take a great interest in poorHydeI know you've seen himhe told me， and I'm afraidhe wasn't very polite to you But I really do care about himAnd if anything happens to me，I want you to promise tomake sure that he inherits my moneyI cannot pretend that I shall ever like him， said thelawyerI'm not asking you to like him，said his friendI onlyask you to help him，when I'm goneI promise，said Mr Utterson sadlyPrevious Next Chinese Previous Next Chinese 3 The Carew murderOne night in London，nearly a year later， a servant girlwas sitting at her bedroom window， looking out at themoonlit street She saw a tall， handsome old man with whitehair coming along the street，and a shorter，younger manwalkingtowardshimThe old man spoke politely to theyounger one He seemed， the girl said later， to be asking hisway Then the girl looked more closely at the younger manand recognized himIt was Mr Hyde， she said laterHe once visited my masterMr Hyde， the girl said， was carrying a heavy stick He wasplaying with it impatiently as he listened to the old man Thensuddenly he seemed to explode with angerHe was like a madman，the servant girl said He shookhis stick at the old man，who stepped back in surprise Thenhe hit the old man violently with the stick and knocked him tothe ground He beat the helpless body again and again I couldhear the bones breaking It was so terrible that I began tofeel illThen everything went black and I don't remember anymoreIt was two oclock in the morning before she was consciousagain， and able to call the police The murderer had disappeared，but the dead man was still lying on the ground withthe murder weapon beside himThe stick had broken in themiddle， and one half still lay beside the murdered man Thepolice decided that the murderer had carried away the otherhalfA gold watch and a purse were found in the dead manspockets， but no cards or papers except a letter addressed toMr UttersonA policeman brought this letter to the lawyer the nextmorningTogether they drove to the police station where thebody had been takenA police inspector showed him the bodyYes，I recognize him，said Mr Utterson heavilyHe isSir Danvers CarewThank you， sir，said the inspectorAnd do you recognizethis？ He showed Mr Utterson the broken stick and told himthe servant girls storyMr Utterson knew the stick at onceThats HenryJekylls stick！he said to himselfI gave it to him long agoIs this Hyde a short， evillooking man？he askedThats how the servant girl described him， sir，agreed theinspectorCome with me，said Mr Utterson to the inspectorIthink I know where he livesMr Utterson led him to the address on Mr Hyde s visitingcardIt was in a poor part of London，in a dirty street full ofcheap bars and eatinghouses This was the home of HenryJekylls favourite friendthe man who would inherit Jekyllsquarter of a million poundsAn old servant opened the doorUnder her silvery hair wasa smo