The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

“If he be Mr. Hyde,” he had thought, “I shall be Mr. Seek.”

There comes an end to all things;

put your heart in your ears

ap­pre­hen­sion

Tramps slouched into the re­cess and struck matches on the pan­els; chil­dren kept shop upon the steps; the school­boy had tried his knife on the mould­ings;

, the pro­ces­sion of the town’s life was still rolling in through the great ar­ter­ies with a sound as of a mighty wind. But the room was gay with fire­light.

, the pro­ces­sion of the town’s life was still rolling in through the great ar­ter­ies with a sound as of a mighty wind. But the room was gay with fire­light.

, the pro­ces­sion of the town’s life was still rolling in through the great ar­ter­ies with a sound as of a mighty wind. But the room was gay with fire­light.

for the man trampled calmly over the child’s body and left her scream­ing on the ground. It sounds noth­ing to hear, but it was hellish to see. It wasn’t like a man; it was like some damned Jug­ger­naut.

It was Hyde, after all, and Hyde alone, that was guilty.