The Old Story of Dr. Fell

Mr. Hyde was pale and dwarfish; he gave an impression of deformity without any nameable malformation. He had borne himself to the lawyer with a sort of murderous mixture of timidity and boldness. But not all these together could explain the hitherto unknown disgust, loathing, and fear with which Mr. Utterson regarded him. There must be something else, said the perplexed gentleman. If I ever read Satan's signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend. God bless me. The man seems hardly human. Something chaglodidic, shall we say. Or is it the mere radiance of a foul soul that thus transpires through