Der seltsame Fall von DrJekyll und MrHudeIllustrated von Charles Raymond Macauley. mit seinen Händen. 77 Der seltsame Fall von Dr. fekyll und Mr. Hyde auf seinem Ausweg, der Anwalt andhad ein Wort oder zwei mit Poole gestoppt. Durch thebye, sagte er, es war ein Brief in - Tag überliefert; was war der Bote? ButPoole positiv war, hatte nichts exceptby Post gekommen; und nur durch Rundschreiben, dass headded. Diese Nachrichten versendet, die Besucher mit seinem fearsrenewed. Klar, der Brief war von thelaboratory Tür kommen, möglicherweise in der Tat, hatte es im Kabinett beenwritten; und wenn das so wäre, itmust unterschiedlich beurteilt werden.

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The strange case of DrJekyll and MrHudeIllustrated by Charles Raymond Macauley . with his hands. 77 The Strange Case of Dr. fekyll and Mr. Hyde On his way out, the lawyer stopped andhad a word or two with Poole. By thebye, said he, there was a letter handed into-day; what was the messenger like ? ButPoole was positive nothing had come exceptby post; and only circulars by that, headded. This news sent off the visitor with his fearsrenewed. Plainly, the letter had come by thelaboratory door ; possibly, indeed, it had beenwritten in the cabinet; and if that were so, itmust be differently judged, and handled withthe more caution. The newsboys, as hewent, were crying themselves hoarse alongthe footways: Special edition. Shockingmurder of an M. P. That was the funeraloration of one friend and client; and he couldnot help a certain apprehension lest the goodname of another should be sucked down inthe eddy of the scandal. It was, at least, aticklish decision that he had to make; andself-reliant as he was by habit, he began tocherish a longing for advice. It was not to 78. Incident of the Letter be had directly ; but perhaps, he thought, itmiirht be fished for. O Presently after, he sat on one side of hisown hearth, with Mr. Guest, his head clerk, upon the other, and midway between, at anicely calculated distance from the fire, abottle or a particular old wine that had longdwelt unsunned in the foundations of hishouse. The fog still slept on the wing abovethe drowned city, where the lamps glimmeredlike carbuncles; and through the muffle andsmother of these fallen clouds, the processionof the towns life was still rolling in throughthe great arteries with a sound as of a mightywind. But the room was gay with firelight.In the bottle the acids were long ago resolved;the imperial dye had softened with time, asthe color grows richer in stained windows, and the glow of hot autumn afternoons onhillside vineyards was ready to be set freeand to disperse the fogs of London. Insensi-bly t

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