The Lawsuit of Mr. Utterson

There sprang up and grew space in the lawyer's mind in a singularly strong, almost in an ordinary curiosity to bold the features of the real Mr. Hyde. If he could but once set eyes on him, he thought that the mystery would lighten and perhaps roll altogether away. From that time forward Mr. Utterson began to haunt the door and the bi-street of the shops. At last his patience was rewarded. It was a fine dry night, frost in the air, and streets as clean as a ballroom floor. In the morning before office hours at noon when business was plenty in time scarce, and at night one of the face of the fogged city moon, by