Jekyll and Hyde

• Mr Utterson the lawyer was a man of rugged countenance, that was never lighted by a smile... dusty, dreary and yet somehow loveable
• an air of invitation, like rows of smiling sales woman
• The street shone out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood
• Two storeys high… no window…a blind forehead of discoloured walls…prolonged and sordid negligence… equipped with neither bell nor knocker, was blistered and distained.
• Like some damned juggernaut
• I saw that Sawbones turn sick and white with desire to kill him
• Something displeasing, something downright detestable
• I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why
• He gives a strong feeling of deformity
• He enjoyed the theatre, had not crossed the doors of one in twenty years
• When the wine was to his taste
• Dr Lanyon sat alone over his wine
• They have differed on some points of science
• Low growl of london
• Clatter of the city
• Mr Hyde shrank back with a hissing intake of breath
• Snarled around into a savage laugh
• Pale and dwarfish, he gave an impression of deformity
• Borne himself…with a sort of murderous mixture of timidity and boldness
• This man seems hardly human! Something troglodytic
• Pede claudo
• Must have secrets of his own…to which poor Jekyll's worst would be like sunshine
• Where Utterson was liked he was well liked... In his unobtrusive company
• My scientific heresies
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  The large handsome face of Dr Jekyll grew pale to the very lips…blackness about his eyes
• I can be rid of Mr Hyde
• I have really a very great interest in poor Hyde…a very great interest in that young man
• A fog rolled over the city in the small hours.. lit by the full moon
• Ill contained patience… great flame of anger
• Mr Hyde broke out of all bounds and clubbed him to the earth
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  The bones were audibly shattered… the horror of these sights and sounds.
• Mournful reinvasion of darkness
• Fog lifted a little and showed him a dingy street… the fog settled down again upon that part, as brown as umber
• Mr Hyde had only a couple of rooms… A closet was filled with wine
• The fugitive impressed his beholders
• A door covered with red baize… with a cheval glass
• Even in the house the fog began to lie thick
• I am done with him in this world
• He locked the note in his safe
• He came out of his seclusion… became once more their familiar friend and entertainer