| It happened on a Sunday, when Mr. Utterson enjoyed their usual walk in Mr. Enfield company, which once again their steps led to the alley; when they arrived at the door, both stopped to look at it. |
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| I hope not. I told you I saw him once, and I experienced the same feeling of disgust that you? | |
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| One thing was impossible without the other. By the way, I must have thought I was a great fool to ignore these were the rear of Dr. Jekyll's house! In part, it was due to an error that your found, although much later. | |
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| So, just to discover, was not it? Thus, we can enter the courtyard and take a look at the windows. To tell you the truth, I'm worried about poor Jekyll; and even from abroad, I feel that the presence of a friend can make you well. | |
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| The courtyard was very cold and a little damp, surrounded by a premature twilight, although the sky, high above, still sported the glow of the setting sun. The three windows, the middle was half open; and, sitting beside her, breathing the air with loaded features an infinite sadness, like a disconsolate prisoner, Utterson saw Dr. Jekyll. |
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| Hello, Jekyll! I hope you are better. | |
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| I am very ill, Utterson, very badly. No-to last long, thank God. | |
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