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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes index 69c721d..d7b82bc 100644 --- a/.gitattributes +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -2,4 +2,3 @@ *.htm text eol=lf *.html text eol=lf *.md text eol=lf - @@ -126,14 +126,14 @@ perfectly cool and made no resistance, but gave me one look, so ugly that it brought out the sweat on me like running. The people who had turned out were the girl’s own family; and pretty soon, the doctor, for whom she had been sent, put in his appearance. Well, the child was not -much the worse, more frightened, according to the sawbones; and there +much the worse, more frightened, according to the Sawbones; and there you might have supposed would be an end to it. But there was one curious circumstance. I had taken a loathing to my gentleman at first sight. So had the child’s family, which was only natural. But the doctor’s case was what struck me. He was the usual cut and dry apothecary, of no particular age and colour, with a strong Edinburgh accent and about as emotional as a bagpipe. Well, sir, he was like the -rest of us; every time he looked at my prisoner, I saw that sawbones +rest of us; every time he looked at my prisoner, I saw that Sawbones turn sick and white with the desire to kill him. I knew what was in his mind, just as he knew what was in mine; and killing being out of the question, we did the next best. We told the man we could and would make @@ -305,7 +305,7 @@ boisterous and decided manner. At sight of Mr. Utterson, he sprang up from his chair and welcomed him with both hands. The geniality, as was the way of the man, was somewhat theatrical to the eye; but it reposed on genuine feeling. For these two were old friends, old mates both at -school and college, both thorough respectors of themselves and of each +school and college, both thorough respecters of themselves and of each other, and what does not always follow, men who thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company. @@ -346,16 +346,16 @@ by questions. Six o’clock struck on the bells of the church that was so conveniently near to Mr. Utterson’s dwelling, and still he was digging at the problem. Hitherto it had touched him on the intellectual side alone; -but now his imagination also was engaged, or rather enslaved; and as he -lay and tossed in the gross darkness of the night and the curtained -room, Mr. Enfield’s tale went by before his mind in a scroll of lighted -pictures. He would be aware of the great field of lamps of a nocturnal -city; then of the figure of a man walking swiftly; then of a child -running from the doctor’s; and then these met, and that human -Juggernaut trod the child down and passed on regardless of her screams. -Or else he would see a room in a rich house, where his friend lay -asleep, dreaming and smiling at his dreams; and then the door of that -room would be opened, the curtains of the bed plucked apart, the +but now his imagination also was engaged, or rather enslaved; and as +he lay and tossed in the gross darkness of the night and the curtained +room, Mr. Enfield’s tale went by before his mind in a scroll of +lighted pictures. He would be aware of the great field of lamps of +a nocturnal city; then of the figure of a man walking swiftly; then +of a child running from the doctor’s; and then these met, and that +human Juggernaut trod the child down and passed on regardless of her +screams. Or else he would see a room in a rich house, where his friend +lay asleep, dreaming and smiling at his dreams; and then the door of +that room would be opened, the curtains of the bed plucked apart, the sleeper recalled, and lo! there would stand by his side a figure to whom power was given, and even at that dead hour, he must rise and do its bidding. The figure in these two phases haunted the lawyer all @@ -371,11 +371,11 @@ curiosity to behold the features of the real Mr. Hyde. If he could but once set eyes on him, he thought the mystery would lighten and perhaps roll altogether away, as was the habit of mysterious things when well examined. He might see a reason for his friend’s strange preference or -bondage (call it which you please) and even for the startling clause of -the will. At least it would be a face worth seeing: the face of a man -who was without bowels of mercy: a face which had but to show itself to -raise up, in the mind of the unimpressionable Enfield, a spirit of -enduring hatred. +bondage (call it which you please) and even for the startling clauses +of the will. At least it would be a face worth seeing: the face of +a man who was without bowels of mercy: a face which had but to show +itself to raise up, in the mind of the unimpressionable Enfield, a +spirit of enduring hatred. From that time forward, Mr. Utterson began to haunt the door in the by-street of shops. In the morning before office hours, at noon when @@ -512,7 +512,7 @@ firelight on the polished cabinets and the uneasy starting of the shadow on the roof. He was ashamed of his relief, when Poole presently returned to announce that Dr. Jekyll was gone out. -“I saw Mr. Hyde go in by the old dissecting room, Poole,” he said. “Is +“I saw Mr. Hyde go in by the old dissecting room door, Poole,” he said. “Is that right, when Dr. Jekyll is from home?” “Quite right, Mr. Utterson, sir,” replied the servant. “Mr. Hyde has a @@ -537,7 +537,7 @@ and goes by the laboratory.” And the lawyer set out homeward with a very heavy heart. “Poor Harry Jekyll,” he thought, “my mind misgives me he is in deep waters! He was wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure; but in the law of -God, there is no statute of limitations. Ay, it must be that; the ghost +God, there is no statute of limitations. Ah, it must be that; the ghost of some old sin, the cancer of some concealed disgrace: punishment coming, _pede claudo_, years after memory has forgotten and self-love condoned the fault.” And the lawyer, scared by the thought, brooded @@ -554,7 +554,7 @@ to which poor Jekyll’s worst would be like sunshine. Things cannot continue as they are. It turns me cold to think of this creature stealing like a thief to Harry’s bedside; poor Harry, what a wakening! And the danger of it; for if this Hyde suspects the existence of the -will, he may grow impatient to inherit. Ay, I must put my shoulders to +will, he may grow impatient to inherit. Ah, I must put my shoulder to the wheel—if Jekyll will but let me,” he added, “if Jekyll will only let me.” For once more he saw before his mind’s eye, as clear as transparency, the strange clauses of the will. @@ -782,7 +782,7 @@ otherwise empty, Mr. Hyde had only used a couple of rooms; but these were furnished with luxury and good taste. A closet was filled with wine; the plate was of silver, the napery elegant; a good picture hung upon the walls, a gift (as Utterson supposed) from Henry Jekyll, who -was much of a connoisseur; and the carpets were of many plies and +was much of a connoisseur; and the carpets were of many piles and agreeable in colour. At this moment, however, the rooms bore every mark of having been recently and hurriedly ransacked; clothes lay about the floor, with their pockets inside out; lock-fast drawers stood open; and @@ -943,7 +943,7 @@ kept as many as he meant. Guest had often been on business to the doctor’s; he knew Poole; he could scarce have failed to hear of Mr. Hyde’s familiarity about the house; he might draw conclusions: was it not as well, then, that he should see a letter which put that mystery -to right? and above all since Guest, being a great student and critic +to rights? and above all since Guest, being a great student and critic of handwriting, would consider the step natural and obliging? The clerk, besides, was a man of counsel; he could scarce read so strange a document without dropping a remark; and by that remark Mr. Utterson @@ -1110,7 +1110,7 @@ likewise sealed, and marked upon the cover as “not to be opened till the death or disappearance of Dr. Henry Jekyll.” Utterson could not trust his eyes. Yes, it was disappearance; here again, as in the mad will which he had long ago restored to its author, here again were the -idea of a disappearance and the name of Henry Jekyll bracketted. But in +idea of a disappearance and the name of Henry Jekyll bracketed. But in the will, that idea had sprung from the sinister suggestion of the man Hyde; it was set there with a purpose all too plain and horrible. Written by the hand of Lanyon, what should it mean? A great curiosity @@ -1165,7 +1165,7 @@ 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.” +“What! Jekyll! 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.” @@ -1337,7 +1337,7 @@ heard him cry out upon the name of God; and _who’s_ in there instead of him, and _why_ it stays there, is a thing that cries to Heaven, Mr. Utterson!” -“This is a very strange tale, Poole; this is rather a wild tale my +“That is a very strange tale, Poole; this is rather a wild tale my man,” said Mr. Utterson, biting his finger. “Suppose it were as you suppose, supposing Dr. Jekyll to have been—well, murdered, what could induce the murderer to stay? That won’t hold water; it doesn’t commend @@ -1553,7 +1553,7 @@ 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 +still twitching. They drew near on tiptoe, turned it on his 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 @@ -2131,7 +2131,7 @@ wholly evil, and the other was still the old Henry Jekyll, that incongruous compound of whose reformation and improvement I had already learned to despair. The movement was thus wholly toward the worse. -Even at that time, I had not conquered my aversions to the dryness of a +Even at that time, I had not conquered my aversion to the dryness of a life of study. I would still be merrily disposed at times; and as my pleasures were (to say the least) undignified, and I was not only well known and highly considered, but growing towards the elderly man, this @@ -2225,7 +2225,7 @@ changed into something exquisitely thin and icy. 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? It was well on in the morning; the servants were up; all my -drugs were in the cabinet—a long journey down two pairs of stairs, +drugs were in the cabinet—a long journey down two pair of stairs, through the back passage, across the open court and through the anatomical theatre, from where I was then standing horror-struck. It might indeed be possible to cover my face; but of what use was that, diff --git a/43-h/43-h.htm b/43-h/43-h.htm index b630ec5..c6fe8fb 100644 --- a/43-h/43-h.htm +++ b/43-h/43-h.htm @@ -1,12 +1,10 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" -"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> <head> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8" /> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> +<meta charset="utf-8"> <title>The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde | Project Gutenberg</title> -<link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" /> -<style type="text/css"> +<link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg"> +<style> body { margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; @@ -59,7 +57,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 43 ***</div> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="cover " /><br /><br /> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="cover "><br><br> </div> @@ -71,13 +69,13 @@ The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson </h2> -<hr /> +<hr> <h2> Contents </h2> -<table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> +<table style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto"> <tr> <td> <a href="#chap01">STORY OF THE DOOR</a></td> @@ -123,7 +121,7 @@ Contents <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap01"></a>STORY OF THE DOOR</h2> +<h2><a id="chap01"></a>STORY OF THE DOOR</h2> <p> Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never @@ -227,13 +225,13 @@ cool and made no resistance, but gave me one look, so ugly that it brought out the sweat on me like running. The people who had turned out were the girl’s own family; and pretty soon, the doctor, for whom she had been sent, put in his appearance. Well, the child was not much the worse, more -frightened, according to the sawbones; and there you might have supposed would +frightened, according to the Sawbones; and there you might have supposed would be an end to it. But there was one curious circumstance. I had taken a loathing to my gentleman at first sight. So had the child’s family, which was only natural. But the doctor’s case was what struck me. He was the usual cut and dry apothecary, of no particular age and colour, with a strong Edinburgh accent and about as emotional as a bagpipe. Well, sir, he was like the rest of -us; every time he looked at my prisoner, I saw that sawbones turn sick and +us; every time he looked at my prisoner, I saw that Sawbones turn sick and white with the desire to kill him. I knew what was in his mind, just as he knew what was in mine; and killing being out of the question, we did the next best. We told the man we could and would make such a scandal out of this as should @@ -401,7 +399,7 @@ Richard.” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap02"></a>SEARCH FOR MR. HYDE</h2> +<h2><a id="chap02"></a>SEARCH FOR MR. HYDE</h2> <p> That evening Mr. Utterson came home to his bachelor house in sombre spirits and @@ -452,7 +450,7 @@ shock of hair prematurely white, and a boisterous and decided manner. At sight of Mr. Utterson, he sprang up from his chair and welcomed him with both hands. The geniality, as was the way of the man, was somewhat theatrical to the eye; but it reposed on genuine feeling. For these two were old friends, old mates -both at school and college, both thorough respectors of themselves and of each +both at school and college, both thorough respecters of themselves and of each other, and what does not always follow, men who thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company. </p> @@ -535,7 +533,7 @@ behold the features of the real Mr. Hyde. If he could but once set eyes on him, he thought the mystery would lighten and perhaps roll altogether away, as was the habit of mysterious things when well examined. He might see a reason for his friend’s strange preference or bondage (call it which you please) and -even for the startling clause of the will. At least it would be a face worth +even for the startling clauses of the will. At least it would be a face worth seeing: the face of a man who was without bowels of mercy: a face which had but to show itself to raise up, in the mind of the unimpressionable Enfield, a spirit of enduring hatred. @@ -775,7 +773,7 @@ comes and goes by the laboratory.” And the lawyer set out homeward with a very heavy heart. “Poor Harry Jekyll,” he thought, “my mind misgives me he is in deep waters! He was wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure; but in the law of God, -there is no statute of limitations. Ay, it must be that; the ghost of some old +there is no statute of limitations. Ah, it must be that; the ghost of some old sin, the cancer of some concealed disgrace: punishment coming, <i>pede claudo</i>, years after memory has forgotten and self-love condoned the fault.” And the lawyer, scared by the thought, brooded awhile on his own @@ -791,7 +789,7 @@ by the look of him; secrets compared to which poor Jekyll’s worst would be like sunshine. Things cannot continue as they are. It turns me cold to think of this creature stealing like a thief to Harry’s bedside; poor Harry, what a wakening! And the danger of it; for if this Hyde suspects the existence -of the will, he may grow impatient to inherit. Ay, I must put my shoulders to +of the will, he may grow impatient to inherit. Ah, I must put my shoulder to the wheel—if Jekyll will but let me,” he added, “if Jekyll will only let me.” For once more he saw before his mind’s eye, as clear as transparency, the strange clauses of the will. @@ -801,7 +799,7 @@ clear as transparency, the strange clauses of the will. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap03"></a>DR. JEKYLL WAS QUITE AT EASE</h2> +<h2><a id="chap03"></a>DR. JEKYLL WAS QUITE AT EASE</h2> <p> A fortnight later, by excellent good fortune, the doctor gave one of his @@ -927,7 +925,7 @@ promise.” <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap04"></a>THE CAREW MURDER CASE</h2> +<h2><a id="chap04"></a>THE CAREW MURDER CASE</h2> <p> Nearly a year later, in the month of October, 18—, London was startled by @@ -1086,7 +1084,7 @@ otherwise empty, Mr. Hyde had only used a couple of rooms; but these were furnished with luxury and good taste. A closet was filled with wine; the plate was of silver, the napery elegant; a good picture hung upon the walls, a gift (as Utterson supposed) from Henry Jekyll, who was much of a connoisseur; and -the carpets were of many plies and agreeable in colour. At this moment, +the carpets were of many piles and agreeable in colour. At this moment, however, the rooms bore every mark of having been recently and hurriedly ransacked; clothes lay about the floor, with their pockets inside out; lock-fast drawers stood open; and on the hearth there lay a pile of grey ashes, @@ -1119,7 +1117,7 @@ unexpressed deformity with which the fugitive impressed his beholders. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap05"></a>INCIDENT OF THE LETTER</h2> +<h2><a id="chap05"></a>INCIDENT OF THE LETTER</h2> <p> It was late in the afternoon, when Mr. Utterson found his way to Dr. @@ -1290,7 +1288,7 @@ than Mr. Guest; and he was not always sure that he kept as many as he meant. Guest had often been on business to the doctor’s; he knew Poole; he could scarce have failed to hear of Mr. Hyde’s familiarity about the house; he might draw conclusions: was it not as well, then, that he should see a letter -which put that mystery to right? and above all since Guest, being a great +which put that mystery to rights? and above all since Guest, being a great student and critic of handwriting, would consider the step natural and obliging? The clerk, besides, was a man of counsel; he could scarce read so strange a document without dropping a remark; and by that remark Mr. Utterson @@ -1381,7 +1379,7 @@ cold in his veins. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap06"></a>INCIDENT OF DR. LANYON</h2> +<h2><a id="chap06"></a>INCIDENT OF DR. LANYON</h2> <p> Time ran on; thousands of pounds were offered in reward, for the death of Sir @@ -1511,7 +1509,7 @@ cover as “not to be opened till the death or disappearance of Dr. Henry Jekyll.” Utterson could not trust his eyes. Yes, it was disappearance; here again, as in the mad will which he had long ago restored to its author, here again were the idea of a disappearance and the name of Henry Jekyll -bracketted. But in the will, that idea had sprung from the sinister suggestion +bracketed. But in the will, that idea had sprung from the sinister suggestion of the man Hyde; it was set there with a purpose all too plain and horrible. Written by the hand of Lanyon, what should it mean? A great curiosity came on the trustee, to disregard the prohibition and dive at once to the bottom of @@ -1541,7 +1539,7 @@ visits. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap07"></a>INCIDENT AT THE WINDOW</h2> +<h2><a id="chap07"></a>INCIDENT AT THE WINDOW</h2> <p> It chanced on Sunday, when Mr. Utterson was on his usual walk with Mr. Enfield, @@ -1582,7 +1580,7 @@ Utterson saw Dr. Jekyll. </p> <p> -“What! Jekyll!” he cried. “I trust you are better.” +“What! Jekyll! Jekyll!” he cried. “I trust you are better.” </p> <p> @@ -1636,7 +1634,7 @@ silence. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap08"></a>THE LAST NIGHT</h2> +<h2><a id="chap08"></a>THE LAST NIGHT</h2> <p> Mr. Utterson was sitting by his fireside one evening after dinner, when he was @@ -1836,7 +1834,7 @@ Mr. Utterson!” </p> <p> -“This is a very strange tale, Poole; this is rather a wild tale my +“That is a very strange tale, Poole; this is rather a wild tale my man,” said Mr. Utterson, biting his finger. “Suppose it were as you suppose, supposing Dr. Jekyll to have been—well, murdered, what could induce the murderer to stay? That won’t hold water; it doesn’t @@ -2131,7 +2129,7 @@ chemicals, the most commonplace that night in London. <p> 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 +twitching. They drew near on tiptoe, turned it on his 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 @@ -2267,7 +2265,7 @@ that we may yet involve your master in some dire catastrophe.” <p> “Because I fear,” replied the lawyer solemnly. “God grant I have no cause for it!” And with that he brought the paper to his eyes and -read as follows:<br /><br /> +read as follows:<br><br> </p> <p> @@ -2314,7 +2312,7 @@ explained. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap09"></a>DR. LANYON’S NARRATIVE</h2> +<h2><a id="chap09"></a>DR. LANYON’S NARRATIVE</h2> <p> On the ninth of January, now four days ago, I received by the evening delivery @@ -2397,7 +2395,7 @@ come into your hands until to-morrow morning. In that case, dear Lanyon, do my errand when it shall be most convenient for you in the course of the day; and once more expect my messenger at midnight. It may then already be too late; and if that night passes without event, you will know that you have seen the last -of Henry Jekyll.”<br /><br /> +of Henry Jekyll.”<br><br> </p> <p> @@ -2641,7 +2639,7 @@ HASTIE LANYON. <div class="chapter"> -<h2><a name="chap10"></a>HENRY JEKYLL’S FULL STATEMENT OF THE CASE</h2> +<h2><a id="chap10"></a>HENRY JEKYLL’S FULL STATEMENT OF THE CASE</h2> <p> I was born in the year 18— to a large fortune, endowed besides with @@ -2809,7 +2807,7 @@ toward the worse. </p> <p> -Even at that time, I had not conquered my aversions to the dryness of a life of +Even at that time, I had not conquered my aversion to the dryness of a life of study. I would still be merrily disposed at times; and as my pleasures were (to say the least) undignified, and I was not only well known and highly considered, but growing towards the elderly man, this incoherency of my life @@ -2905,7 +2903,7 @@ thin and icy. 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? It was well on in the morning; the servants were up; all my drugs were in the cabinet—a long journey down -two pairs of stairs, through the back passage, across the open court and +two pair of stairs, through the back passage, across the open court and through the anatomical theatre, from where 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? And then with an diff --git a/43-h/images/.DS_Store b/43-h/images/.DS_Store Binary files differdeleted file mode 100644 index 3b74d93..0000000 --- a/43-h/images/.DS_Store +++ /dev/null diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt index d67a7e0..b5dba15 100644 --- a/LICENSE.txt +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -9,4 +9,3 @@ No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in jurisdictions other than the United States. 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