dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, r. l. stevenson

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Dr. Jekyll, gives his friend Mr. Utterson his will in which he leaves all his possessions to a Mr. Hyde. Utterson decides to look for this man, and he sees him enter the back side of the house of Dr. Jekyll’s. About a year later a Member of Parliament is murdered and the murderer is identified in in Mr. Hyde who leaves London at once.
Some time later, Dr. Lanyon, another Dr Jekyll’s friend, dies and leaves a letter addressed to Utterson to be opened only after Jekyll’s death.
Some time later, Jekyll’s butler, Poole goes to Mr. Utterson and says that the doctor has been shut up for a week in his laboratory. Together they go to the laboratory, pull the door down and discover the corpse of Mr. Hyde. He has committed suicide drinking a fatal portion. But looking for Dr. Jekyll, they find no sign of him except for a letter addressed to Utterson.
He goes home and reads first Dr. Lanyon’s letter and then Dr. Jekyll’s one and discover the truth.
Dr. Jekyll had prepared a potion who turned him into Mr. Hyde. Unfortunately Jekyll’s nature was soon totally occupied by Hyde’s one, and, in despair, Dr. Jekyll committed suicide.

Dr Lanyon’s letter

He put the glass to his lips and drank at one gulp. A cry followed; he reeled, staggered, clutched at the table and held on, staring with injected eyes, gasping with open mouth; and as I looked there came, I thought, a change – he seemed to swell – his face became suddenly black and the features seemed to melt and alter – and the next moment, I had sprung to my feet and leaped back against the 5]wall, my arm raised to shield me from that prodigy, my mind submerged in terror.
“O God!” I screamed, and “O God!” again and again; for there before my eyes – pale and shaken, and half-fainting, and groping before him with his hands, like a man restored from death –
there stood Henry Jekyll!
I can’t live on
What he told me in the next hour, I cannot bring my mind to set on paper. I saw what I saw, I heard 10]what I heard, and my soul sickened at it; and yet now when that sight has faded from my eyes, I ask myself if I believe it, and I cannot answer. My life is shaken to its roots; sleep has left me; the deadliest terror sits by me at all hours of the day and night; I feel that my days are numbered, and that I must die; and yet I shall die incredulous. As for the moral turpitude that man unveiled to me, even with tears of penitence, I cannot, even in memory, dwell on it without a start of horror.
I will say but one thing, Utterson, and that (if you can bring your mind to credit it) will be more than enough. The creature who crept into my house that night was, on Jekyll’s own confession, known by the name of Hyde and hunted for in every corner of the land as the murderer of Carew.

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