chapter 8 Flashcards
the last night
0”the man’s appearance…
amply bore out his words” (Poole talking about Jekyll)
“his manner was altered…
for the worse” (Poole)
“I think there’s been…
foul play” (Poole)
“wild, cold, seasonable…
night of March”
“pale moon…
lying on her back as though the wind had tilted her”
“flying wrack of the most..
diaphanous and lawny texture”
“flecked the blood..
into the face”
“swept the streets..
unusually bare of passengers”
“a crushing…
anticipation of calamity”
“the square, when they got there…
was full of wind and dust”
“all the thin trees in the garden…
were lashing themselves along the railing”
“the moisture of some..
strangling anguish”
“men and women…
stood huddled together like a flock of sheep”
“the housemaid…
broke into hysterical whimpering”
“very irregular, very unseemly…
your master would be far from pleased”
“only the maid lifted her voice…
and now wept loudly”
“a ferocity of accent…
that testified to his own jangled nerves” (Poole)
“faces of dreadful…
expectation”
“with its lumber of…
crates and bottles”
the lawyer…
very pale, but giving look for look”
“Have I been twenty years…
in this man’s house, to be deceived about his voice” (Poole)
“who’s in there, instead of him…
is a thing that cries to Heaven”
“whatever it is that lives in that cabinet…
has been crying night and day for some sort of medicine”
“sent flying to all the wholesale…
chemists in town”
“this drug is wanted..
bitter bad”
“purchased a somewhat…
large quantity from Messrs. M”
“begs them to search with…
most sedulous care”
“expense is no…
consideration”
“the importance of this to Dr J…
can hardly be exaggerated”
“Sir if that was my master….
why had he a mask upon his face?”
“if it was my master…
why did he cry out like a rat”
“your master, Poole, is plainly seized…
with one of those maladies that both torture and deform the sufferer”
“the alteration of his voice, hence the mask…
and the avoidance of his friends”
“is a tall, fine build of a man…
and this was more of a dwarf”
“it is the belief of my heart…
that there was murder done”
“something queer…
about that gentleman”
“you felt in your marrow…
kind of cold and thin”
“that masked thing like a monkey…
jumped from among the chemicals”
“I give you my bible-word…
it was Mr Hyde”
“I believe poor Harry is killed…
and I believe his murderer is still lurking in his victim’s room”
“Ah, that’s not Jekyll’s voice…
it’s Hyde’s!”
“the blow shook…
the building and the red baize door leaped against the lock and hinges”
“a dismal screech, as of mere…
animal terror”
“there lay the body…
of a man sorely contorted and still twitching”
“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”
“the crushed phial in the hand..
and the strong smell of kernels that hung upon the air, Utterson knew that he was looking on the body of a self-destroyer”
“Hyde is gone to his account…
and it only remains for us to find the body of your master”
“traces of chemical work…
various measured heaps of some white salt”
“an experiment in which…
the unhappy man had been prevented”
“a copy of a pious work…
Jekyll, annotated in his own hand with startling blasphemies”
“they looked with an…
involuntary horror”
“pale and fearful…
countenances”
“your unworthy and unhappy…
friend, HENRY JEKYLL”
