STRANGE CASE

OF

DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

BY

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

AUTOGRAPH MANUSCRIPT

A FRACTION OF AN EARLY DRAFT

Corresponding to Pages 86, 87, 96, 98 to 114, 117 to 122, 134 and 135 of the Printed Book.

This fraction consists of 24 leaves, taken from a copy book, of which fol. 67 to 90 are almost continuous, with two leaves, Nos. 68 and 85 wanting, and it corresponds to pp. 96 to 122 of the printed book. There are besides one anterior sheet, No. 58 and one posterior, No. 103.

That it is not a portion of the final, or printer's copy is evidenced by its general appearance, by the absence of the names of compositors in the margin and the variation of the matter from that of the printed book. Nor is it in the first draft, as that seems to have been completely destroyed.

Graham Balfour in his Life of Stevenson (II, 12, 13.), upon the authority of Lloyd Osbourne, gives an interesting account of the genesis and the fate of this first draft. "A subject much in his thoughts at this time (March 1885) was the duality of man's nature and the alternation of good and evil; and he was for a long time casting about for a story to embody this central idea. Out of this frame of mind had come the sombre imagination of 'Markheim', but that was not what he required. The true story still delayed till suddenly one night he had a dream. He awoke, and found himself in possession of two, or rather three of the scenes in the *Strange Story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde*.

Its waking existence, however, was by no means without incident. He dreamed these scenes in considerable detail, including the circumstance of the transforming powders, and so vivid was the impression that he wrote the story off at a red heat, just as it had presented itself to him in his sleep."

......"at any rate Mrs. Stevenson, according to the custom then in force, wrote her detailed criticism of the story as it stood..... She gave the paper to her husband and left the room. After a while his bell rang; on her return she found him sitting up in bed (the clinical thermometer in his mouth), pointing with a long denunciatory finger to a pile of ashes. He had burned the entire draft. Having realized that he had taken the wrong point of view...... he at once destroyed his manuscript, acting not out of pique, but from a fear that he might be tempted to make too much use of it, and not rewrite the whole from a new standpoint."

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"It was written again in three days ('I drive on with Jekyll: bankruptcy at my heels'); but the fear of losing the story altogether prevented much further criticism......"

"...Of course it must not be supposed that these three days represent all the time that Stevenson spent upon the story, for after this he was working hard for a month or six weeks in bringing it into its present form."

"The manuscript was then offered to the Messrs. Longmans for their magazine;..."

From the above account it seems highly improbable that any portion of the first manuscript was reserved from the flames, and it seems likely that this fragment is a part of one of the drafts made by Stevenson during the "month or six weeks" above referred to. That Stevenson spared no pains in rewriting his manuscripts one or more times before finally producing a "printers' copy", is shown by the existence of two (at least) drafts of the entire, or almost entire, manuscripts of "David Balfour": one in the Borden collection (now probably in Harvard Library), and another in my possession, and of three drafts of the opening of "Weir of Hermiston" which I possess, each differing from the others and from the printed book.

COMPARISON OF THIS MANUSCRIPT WITH THE PRINTED BOOK.

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85

Nowhere was there any
trace of Henry Jekyll, dead or alive.

Poole stamped on the flags of the
corridor. "He must be buried here",
he said, hearkening to the sound.

"Or he may have fled", said
Utterson, and he turned to examine
the door in the bystreet. It was
locked; and lying nearby on the
flags, they found the key, already
stained with rust.

"This does not look like use",
observed the lawyer.

"Use!" echoed Poole. "Do you
not see, sir, it is broken? much as
if a man had stamped on it."

"Aye," continued Utterson, "and
the fractures too, are rusty." The
two men looked at each other with a
scare. "This is beyond me, Poole",
said the lawyer. "Let us go back
to the cabinet."

They mounted the stair in silence,
and still with an occasional awestruck
glance at the dead body, proceeded
more thoroughly to examine the con-
tents of the cabinet. At one table,
there were traces of chemical work,
various measured heaps of some white
salt being laid on glass saucers, as
though for an experiment in which the
unhappy man had been prevented.

"That is the same drug that I was
always bringing him," said Poole; and
even as he spoke the kettle with a
startling noise boiled over.

This brought them to the fireside,
where the easy chair was drawn cosily
up, and the tea things stood ready to
the sitter's elbow, the very sugar in
the cup. There were several books on
a shelf; one lay beside the tea things
open, and Utterson was amazed to find
it a copy of a pious work, for which
Jekyll had several times expressed a
great esteem, annotated, in his own
hand, with startling blasphemies.

Next, in the course of their re-
view of the (87) chamber, the search-
ers came to the cheval glass into
whose depths they looked with an in-
voluntary horror. But it was so
turned as to show them nothing but the
rosy glow playing on the roof, the fire
sparking in a hundred repetitions along
the glazed front of the presses, and
their own pale and fearful countenances
stooping to look in.

"This glass have seen some strange
things, sir," whispered Poole.

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alive.

"He must be buried underneath
the flags", said Poole.

"Or he may have fled" replied
the lawyer. This is beyond me Poole.
Let us return to the cabinet."

They mounted the stair in silence, and looked on every side. At a long table there were traces of chemical experiments. Various measured heaps of some white salt, apparently the same, were laid out in glass saucers as if for some purpose in which the unhappy man had been interrupted. On the desk of the business table among the neat array of papers, a very large envelope was uppermost and bore, in Doctor Jeykll's hand, the name of Mr. Utterson. The lawyer tore it open, and as his hand was shaking with emotion, the enclosures fell to the floor. The first was a will, drawn in the same strange terms as the first one, to act as a testament in case of

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69 the door. According to my reading of Jekyll's letter I had long ago sent the servants to bed, and I now answered the summons myself and led into the light of the consulting room a small man whom I had certainly never seen before that night. He was small, I have said; he had besides a slight shortening of some of the cords of the neck which tilted his head upon one side; I was struck by his disagreeable expression, by his remarkable combination of great muscular activity and great apparent constitutional debility, and, last but not least-- by the odd subjective disturbance caused by his neighborhood. This bore some resemblance to incipient rigor, it was accompanied by a marked sinking of the pulse; at the time I set it down to some idiosyncratic personal distaste, and merely wondered at the acuteness of the symptoms; though I have since had reason to believe the cause to lie much deeper in the nature of the man, and to turn on some nobler hinge than the principle of hatred.

70 This person (who had, from the first moment of his entrance, fascinat-ed me with what I cannot describe as a disgustful curiosity) was dressed in a fashion that would have made an ordinary person laughable; his clothes, that is to say, although they were made of the richest and soberest materials, were enormously too large for him in every measurement-the trousers hanging about his legs and rolled up to keep them from the ground; the waist of his coat below his haunches and the collar sprawling wide upon his shoulders. Strange to relate, this ludicrous accoutrement did not tickle in my chest the nerves of laughter. Rather, as there was something abnormal and misbegotten in the very essence

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98 Twelve o'clock had scarce rung out over London, ere the knocker sounded very gently on the door. I went myself at the summons, and found a small man crouching against the pillars of the portico.

"Are you come from Dr. Jekyll?" I asked.

He told me "yes" by a constrained gesture; and when I had ridden him en-ter, he did not obey me without a searching backward glance into the darkness of the square. There was a policeman not far off, advancing with his bull's eye open; and at the sight, I thought my visitor started and made greater haste.

These particulars struck me, I confess, disagreeably; and as I followed him into the bright light of the consulting room, I kept my hand ready upon my weapon. Here, at last I had a chance of clearly seeing him. I had never set eyes on him before, so much was certain. He was small, as I have said; I was struck besides with (99) the shocking expression of his face, with his remarkable combination of great muscular activity and great apparent debility of constitution, and--last but not least--with the odd, subjective disturbance caused by his neighborhood. This bore some resemblance to incipient rigor, and was accompanied by a marked sinking of the pulse. At the time I set it down to some idiosyncratic personal distaste, and merely wondered at the acuteness of the symptoms; but I have since had reason to believe the cause to lie much deeper in the nature of man, and to turn on some nobler hinge than the principle of hatred.

This person (who had thus, from the first moment of his entrance, struck me what I can only describe as a disgustful curiosity) was dressed in a fashion that would have made an ordinary person laughable; his clothes, that is to say, although they were of rich and sober fabric, were enormously too large for him in every measurement--the trousers hanging on his legs and rolled up to keep them from the ground. the (100) waist of the coat below his haunches, and the collar sprawling wide upon his shoulders. Strange to relate, this ludicrous accoutrement was far from moving me to laughter. Rather, as there was something abnormal and misbegotten in the very essence of the creature that now faced me--something seizing, surprising and revolting--this

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of the creature that now faced me--
something seizing, surprising and
revolting--this fresh disparity
seemed but to fit in with and to re-
inforce it; so that to my interest in
the man's nature and character, was now
added a curiosity as to his origin, his
life, his fortune and his status in the
world. These observations, though they
have taken so great a space to be set down
in, were yet the work of a few seconds.
My visitor was, indeed, on fire with som-
bre excitement.

71 "Have you got it?" he cried.
"Have you got it?" And so lively was his
impatience that he even laid his hand upon
my sleeve and tried to shake me.

I put him back, conscious, at his touch,
of a certain icy pang along my blood.
"Come, sir," said I. "I have not yet the
pleasure of your acquaintance. Be seated,
if you please." And I showed him an ex-
ample and sat down myself in my customary
seat and with as fair an imitation of my
ordinary bearing to a patient, as the
lateness of the hour, the nature of my
preoccupations, and the horror I had of my
visitor would suffer me to muster.

"I beg your pardon, Dr. Lanyon," he re-
plied civilly enough. "My impatience has
shown its heels to my politeness. I came
here at the instance of your colleague,
Dr. Henry Jekyll, on a piece of business
of very considerable moment, and I under-
stood--he paused and put his hand to his
throat, and I could see, in spite of his
very collected manner, that he was wrest-
ling against the approaches of the hysteric
ball globus hystericus--"I understood, a
drawer...."

72 But here I took pity on my visitor's
suspense, and some perhaps on my own grow-
ing curiosity. "There it is, sir," said I,
pointing to the drawer where it lay on the
floor behind a table and once again covered
with the sheet.

He sprang to it, and then paused, and
laid his hand upon his heart; I could hear
his teeth grate together with the convul-
sive action of his jaws; and his face was
glastly to see.

"Compose yourself," I cried.

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fresh disparity seemed but to fit
in with and reinforce it; so that
to my interest in the man's nature
and character, there was added a
curiosity as to his origin, his life,
his fortune and his status in the
world.

These observations, though they
have taken so great a space to be set
down in, were yet the work of a few
seconds. My visitor was indeed, on
fire with sombre excitement.

"Have you got it?" he cried.
"Have you got it?" And so lively
was his impatience that he even laid
his hand upon my arm and sought to
shake me.

I put him back, conscious at his
touch of a certain icy pang along my
blood. "Come, sir", said I. "You
forget that I have not yet the pleasure
(101) of your acquaintance. Be seated,
if you please." And I showed him an ex-
ample, and sat down myself in my custo-
mary seat and with as fair an imitation
of my ordinary manner to a patient, as
the lateness of the hour, the nature of
my preoccupations, and the horror I had
of my visitor, would suffer me to muster.

"I beg your pardon, Dr. Lanyon," he
replied, civilly enough. "What you say
is well founded; and my impatience has
shown its heels to my politeness." I
came here at the instance of your col-
league, Dr. Henry Jekyll, on a piece of
business of some moment; and I under-
stood...."he paused and put his hand to
his throat, and I could see, in spite of
his collected manner, that he was wrest-
ling against the approaches of the
hysteria-- "I understood, a drawer...."

But here I took pity on my visitor's
suspense, and some perhaps on my own
growing curiosity.

"There it is, sir, "said I, pointing
to the drawer, where it lay on the floor
behind a table and still covered with
the sheet.

He sprang to it, and then paused,
and laid his (102) hand upon his heart;
I could hear his teeth grate with the
convulsive action of his jaws; and his
face was so ghastly to see that I grew
alarmed both for his life and reason.

"Compose yourself," said I.

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He turned a dreadful smile to me, and as if with the decision of despair, plucked away the sheet. At the sight of the contents, he uttered one loud sob of such immense relief that I sat petrified; and the next moment, in a voice which was already fairly well under control, "Can you lend me a graduated glass?" he asked.

I rose from my place with something of an effort, and gave him what he asked.

He thanked me with a smiling nod, measured

73 out a few mimms of the red tincture, and added one of the powders. The mixture, which was at first of a reddish hue, began, in proportion as the crystals melted, to brighten in colour, to effervesce audibly, and to throw off small fumes of vapour.

Suddenly, and at the same moment, the ebullition ceased and the compound changed to a dark purple, which faded again more slowly to a waterish green. My visitor, who had watched these metamorphoses with a keen eye, smiled, set down the glass upon the table, and then turned and looked at me with a great air of scrutiny and hesitation.

"And now," said he "to settle what remains. Will you be wise? will you be guided? Will you suffer me to take this glass in my hand and to go forth from your house without more parley? or has the greed of curiosity too much command of you? Think before you answer, for it shall be done as you decide. You shall be left here as you were before, and neither wiser nor richer, unless the sense

74 of a great service rendered to a man in mortal distress may be counted as a kind of richness of the soul. Or, if you shall so prefer to choose, a new province of knowledge, and new avenues to power and fame shall be laid open to you here, in this room, upon the instant, and your sight shall be blasted by a prodigy to stagger the unbelief of Satan."

"Sir," said I, affecting a coolness I was far from truly possessing, I have gone rather too far in this most inexplicable piece of work, to pause before I see the end."

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He turned a dreadful smile to me, and as if with the decision of despair, plucked away the sheet. At sight of the contents, he uttered one loud sob of such immense relief that I sat petrified. And the next moment, in a voice that was already fairly well under control, "Have you a graduated glass?" he asked.

I rose from my place with something of an effort and gave him what he asked.

out a few minims of the red tincture and added one of the powders. The mixture, which was at first of a reddish hue, began, in proportion as the crystals melted, to brighten in colour, to effervesce audibly, and to throw off small fumes of vapour. Suddenly, and at the same moment, the ebullition ceased and the compound changed to a dark purple, which faded again more slowly to a watery (103) green. My visitor, who had watched these metamorphoses with a keen eye, smiled, set down the glass upon the table, and then turned and looked upon me with an air of scrutiny.

"And now," said he, "to settle what remains. Will you be wise? will you be guided? will you suffer me to take this glass in my hand and to go forth from your house without further parley? or has the greed of curiosity too much command of you? Think before you answer, for it shall be done as you decide. As you decide, you shall be left as you were before, and neither richer nor wiser, unless the sense

of service rendered to a man in mortal distress may be counted as a kind of riches of the soul. Or, if you shall so prefer to choose, a new province of knowledge and new avenues to fame and power shall be laid open to you, here, in this room, upon the instant; and your sight shall be blasted by a prodigy to stagger the unbelief of Satan."

"Sir," said I, affecting a coolness that I was far from truly possessing, "you speak enigmas, and you will perhaps not wonder that I hear you (104) with no very strong impression of belief. But I have gone too far in the way of inex-

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"It is well," replied my visitor.
"Lanyon, you remember your vows: what
follows is under the seal of our pro-
fession. And now, sir, you who have
been so long bound to the most narrow
and material views, you who have denied
the virtue of transcendental medicine,
you who have derided your superiors--behold!"

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 before

75 him 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
change--and the next moment, I had
sprung to my feet and staggered back
against the wall, my arm raised as if to
shield me from that prodigy, my mind sub-
merged in consternation.

"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! The other, the double, the unutterable spectre, that had drunk the potion, was gone from before me, and there, in his place, was Henry Jekyll!

What he told me in the next hour, I
cannot bring my mind to place on paper.
In spite of what I saw my mind revolts
against belief; the shock of that moment
has, I feel sure, struck at the very roots
of my life, but it has not lowered (?) the
pride of my

76 scepticism; I shall die, but I shall
die incredulous. As for the moral turpitude
that man unveiled to me, it is a matter that
I disdain to handle. He found me an elderly,
a useful and a happy man; that he has blighted
and shortened what remains to me of life, is
but a small addendum to the monster's tale of
his misdeeds.

Hastie Lanyon.

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plicable services to pause before
I see the end."

"It is well", replied my visitor.
"Lanyon, you remember your vows:
what follows is under the seal of
our profession. And now, you who
have so long been bound to the most
narrow and material views, you who
have denied the virtue of transcen-
dental medicine, you who have derided
your superiors--behold!"

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 in-
jected eyes.

gassing 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 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 (105) shaken, and half
fainting, and groping before him with
his hands, like a man restored from
death--there stood Henry Jekyll!

What he told me in the next hour
I cannot bring my mind to set on paper.
I saw what I saw, I heard what I heard,
and my soul sickened at it; and yet
now when that sight has faded from my
eyes, I ask myself whether I believe
it, and 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

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

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Henry Jekyll's Full Statement
of the Case.

I was born in the year 1830 to a good fortune, endowed besides with good parts, inclined by nature to industry, fond of the respect of the wise and good among my fellow men, and thus, as it might have been supposed, with every promise and guarantee of an honorable and distinguished future. From a very early age, however, I became in secret the slave of disgraceful pleasures; and when I reached years of reflection, and began to look round me and take

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take note

of my progress and position in the world. I stood committed to a profound duplicity of life. On the one side I was what you have known me, a man of distinction, immersed in toils, open to generous sympathies, never slow to befriend struggling virtue, never backward in an honourable cause; on the other as soon as night had fallen and I could shake off my friends, the iron hand of indurated habit plunged me once again into the mire of my vices. I will trouble you with these no further than to say that they were at once criminal in the sight of the law and sbhorent in themselves. They cut me off from the sympathy of those whom I otherwise respected; and with even a deeper trench than in the majority of men, severed those provinces of good and ill which divide and compound man's dual nature. In this case I was driven to reflect deeply and inveterately upon that hard law of life, which lies at the root of all religions and is the spring of all suffering. Though so profound a double-dealer, I was in no sense a hypocrite; Both sides of me were in dead earnest; I was no more myself

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confession, known by the name of Hyde and hunted for in every corner of the land as the murderer of Carew.

Hastie Lanyon.

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HENRY JEKYLL'S FULL STATEMENT

OF THE CASE.

I was born in the year 18--to a large large fortune, endowed besides with excellent parts, inclined by nature to industry, fond of the respect of the wise and good among my fellowmen, and thus, as might have supposed, with every guarantee of an honorable and distinguished future. And indeed the worst of my faults was a certain impatient gaity of disposition, such as has made the happiness of many, but such as I found it hard to reconcile with my imperious desire to carry my head high, and wear a more than commonly grave countenance before the public. Hence it came about that I concealed my pleasures; and when I reached years of reflection, and began to look round me and take

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progress and position in the world. I stood already (107) committed to a profound duplicity of life. Many a man would have even blazoned such irregularities as I was guilty of; but from the high views that I had set before me, I regarded and hid them with an almost morbid sense of shame. It was thus rather the exacting nature of my aspirations than any particular degredation in my faults, that made me what I was and, with even a deeper trench than in the majority of men, severed in me those provinces of good and ill which divide and compound man's dual nature. In this case I was driven to reflect deeply and inveterately on that hard law of life, which lies at the root of religion and is one of the most plentiful springs of distress. Though so profound a double-dealer, I was in no sense a hypocrite; both sides of me were in dead earnest; I was no more myself

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78 myself when I laid aside restraint and wallowed in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the furtherance of knowledge, or the relief of sorrow and suffering. And it chanced that the direction of my scientific investigations, which led wholly towards the transcendental and the mystic, reacted and shed a strong light on this consciousness of the perennial war among my members. With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I grew steadily nearer to that great truth by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck; that man is not truly one, but truly two. I say two, because the state of my own knowledge does not pass beyond that point; others will follow, others will outstrip me on the same lines; and I hazard to guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous and independent denizens, I, for my part, under the impulse of experiences and sufferings, advanced infallibly in one direction and in one direction only; it

79 it was on the moral side and in my case that I learned to recognize the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could be rightly said to be either, it was only because I was radically both; and from an early date, even before the course of my scientific discoveries had begun to suggest the most naked possibility of such a miracle, I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved day-dream on the thought of the separation of these elements. If each, I told myself, could but be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable; the unjust might go his way, delivered from the aspirations and the remorse of his more perfect twin; and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path, doing the good things in which he found his pleasure, and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil. It was the curse of mankind that these incongruous faggots were thus bound together--that, in the agonized womb of consciousness; these polar twins

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when I laid aside restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the furtherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering. And it chanced that the direction of my scientific studies, which led wholly towards the mystic and the transcendental, reacted and shed a strong (108) light on the consciousness of the perennial war among my members, with every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to that truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck; that man is not truly one, but truly two. I say two, because the state of my own knowledge does not pass beyond that point. Others will follow, others will outstrip me on the same lines; and I hazard to guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous and independent denizens. I for my part, from the nature of my life, advanced infallibly in one direction and in one direction only.

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it was on the moral side, and in my own person, that I learned to recognize the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both; and from an early date, even before the course of my scientific discoveries had begun to suggest the most naked (109) possibility of such a miracle, I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved day-dream, on the thought of the separation of these elements. If each, I told myself, could but be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable; the unjust might go his way, delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin; and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path, doing the good things in which he found his pleasure, and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil. It was the curse of mankind

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should be continuously struggling.
How, then, were they dissociated

80 dissociated?

I was so far in my reflections when, as I have said, a side-light began to shine upon the subject from the laboratory table. I began to perceive, more deeply than it has even yet been stated, the trembling immateriality, the mist-like transcience, of this seemingly so solid body in which we walk attired. Certain agents I found to have the power to shake and to pluck back that fleshly vestment, even as a wind might toss the curtains of a pavillion. For two good reasons, I will not enter deeply into this scientific branch of my confession. First, because I have been made to learn that the doom and burthen of our life is riveted forever on men's shoulders, and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure. Second, because, as my narrative will make alas! too evident, my discoveries were incomplete. Enough, then, that I not only

81 only recognized my natural body for the mere aura and effulgence that made up my spirit, but discovered an agent by which these powers might be dethroned from their supremacy, and a second form and countenance substituted, none the less natural to me, although it was the expression, and bore the mark, of lower elements in my soul.

I hesitated long before I put this theory to the dire test of practise. I knew well that I risked death, for any drug that so potently controlled and shook the frail pillars of identity, might, by the least scruple of an overdose or at the least inopportunity in the moment of exhibition utterly blot out that immaterial tabernacle which I looked to it to change. But the temptation was too great. I had long since prepared my tincture, though it was the work of years of killing study; I

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that these incongruous faggots were thus bound together--that in the agonized womb of consciousness, these polar twins should be continuously struggling. How, then, were they dissociated?

I was so far in my reflections when, as I have said, a side light began to shine upon the subject from the laboratory table. I began to perceive more deeply than it has ever yet been stated, the trembling immateriality, the mist-like transcience, of this seemingly so solid body in which we walk (110) attired. Certain agents I found to have the power to shake and to pluck back that fleshly vestment, even as a wind might toss the curtains of a pavilion. For two good reasons I will not enter deeply into this scientific branch of my confession. First, because I have been made to learn that the doom and burthen of our life is bound forever on man's shoulders, and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure. Second, because as my narrative will make alas! too evident, my discoveries were incomplete. Enough, then, that I not only

recognised my natural body for the mere aura and effulgence of certain of the powers that made up my spirit, but managed to compound a drug by which these powers should be dethroned from their supremacy, and a second form and countenance substituted, none the less natural to me because they were the expression, and bore the stamp, of lower elements in my soul.

I hesitated long before I put this theory to the test of practice. I knew well that I risked (111) death; for any drug that so potently controlled and shook the very fortress of identity, might by the least scruple of an overdose or at the least opportunity in the moment of exhibition, utterly blot out that immaterial tabernacle which I looked to it to change. But the temptation of a

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purchased at once from a firm of wholesale chemists, a large quantity of a particular salt which I knew, by my experiments

82 experiments to be the last ingredient required; and late one accursed night, I compounded the elements, watched them boil and smoke together in the glass, and when the ebullition had subsided, with a strong glow of courage, drank off the potion.

The most racking pange succeeded; a grinding in the bones, a deadly nausea, and a horror of the spirit that cannot be exceeded at the hour of birth or death; then these agonies began rapidly to subside, and I came to myself, as if out of a great sickness. There was something strange in my sensations, something incredibly new, and, from its very novelty, incredibly sweet. I felt younger, lighter, happier in body; within, I was conscious of a heady recklessness, a current of disordered sensual images running like a mill race in my fancy, a solution of the bonds of obligation, an unknown but not an innocent freedom of the soul. I knew myself, at the first touch of this new life, to be more wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to my original evil; and the thought in that moment, braced

83 braced and delighted me like wine. I stretched out my hands, and then I was suddenly aware that I had lost in stature.

There was no mirror, at that date, in my cabinet; but the night was far gone into the morning--the morning, black as it was, was ripe for the conception of the day--the inmates of my house were locked the most rigorous hours of slumber; and I determined, flushed as I was with hope and triumph, to venture in my new shape as far as to my bedroom. I crossed the yard, wherein the constellations looked down upon me, I could have thought, with wonder, the first creature of the sort that their eternal vigilance had yet

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discovery so singular and profound, at last overcame the suggestions of alarm. I had long since prepared my tincture; I purchased at once, from a firm of wholesale chemists a large quantity of a particular salt which I knew, from my experiments,

to be the last ingredient required; and late one accursed night, I compounded the elements, watched them boil and smoke together in the glass, and when the bullition had subsided, with a strong glow of courage, drank off the potion.

The most racking pangs succeeded; a grinding in the bones, deadly nausea, and a horror of the spirit that cannot be exceeded at the hour of birth or death. Then these agonies began swiftly to subside, and I came to myself as if out of a great sickness. There was something strange in (112) my sensations, something indescribably new and, from its very novelty, incredibly sweet. I felt younger, lighter, happier in body; within I was conscious of a heady recklessness, a current of disordered sensual images running like a mill race in my fancy, a solution of the bonds of obligation, an unknown but not an innocent freedom of the soul. I knew myself, at the first breath of this new life, to be more wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to my original evil; and the thought, in that moment, braced

and delighted me like wine. I stretched out my hands, exulting in the freshness of these sensations; and in the act I was suddenly aware that I had lost in stature.

There was no mirror, at that date, in my room; that which stands beside me as I write, was brought there later on and for the very purpose of these transformations. The night, however, was far gone into the morning--the morning, black as it was, was nearly ripe for the conception of the day--the inmates of my house were locked in the most rigorous hours of slumber; (113) and I determined, flushed as I

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disclosed to them; I stole through
the corridors, a thief in my own
house; and coming to my room, I saw
for the first time the appearance
of Edward Hyde.

I speak now by theory. The
evil side of my nature, to which I
had now transferred the stamping
efficacy, was probably less robust
and less developed than

than the good, which I had
just deposed. On the other hand,
in my life which had been, after
all, nine-tenths a life of effort,
virtue and control, it had been
much less exercised and much less
exhausted. And hence, as I think,
it came about that Edward Hyde was
so much smaller, slighter and younger
than Henry Jekyll. Even as good
shone upon the countenance of the
one, evil was written broadly and
plainly on the face of the other.
Evil besides--which I must still
believe to be the infernal and the
lethal side of man--had left on that
body evidences of deformity and de-
cay. And yet when I looked upon
that ugly idol in the glass I was
conscious of no repugnance, rather
of a leap of welcome. This, too,
was myself. It seemed natural and
human. In my eyes it bore a live-
lier image of the spirit, it seemed
more express and single, than the
imperfect and divided countenance
I had been hitherto accustomed to
call mine. And in so far I was
doubtless

Fol. 85 of the MS. is wanting. The
contents of that folio were appar-
ently, more deeply modified than that
which preceeds, as Fol. 86 begins again
at the last line of p. 115 (a larger
proportion of printed text than before),
and the first two words of fol. 86 of
the MS. are not in the printed text.

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was with hope and triumph, to venture
in my new shape as far as to my bed-
room. I crossed the yard, wherein the
constellations looked down upon me, I
could have thought, with wonder, the
first creature of that sort that their
unsleeping vigilance had yet disclosed
to them; I stole through the corridors,
a stranger in my own house; and coming
to my room, I saw for the first time
the appearance of Edward Hyde.

I must here speak by theory alone,
saying not that which I know, but that
which I suppose to be most probable.
The evil side of my nature, to which
I had now transferred the stamping effi-
cacy, was less robust and less devel-
oped

than the good which I had just deposed.
Again, in the course of my life, which
had been, after all, nine-tenths a life
of effort, virtue and control, it had
been much less exercised and much less
exhausted. And hence, as I think, it
came about that Edward Hyde was so much
smaller, slighter and younger than Henry
Jekyll. Even as good shone upon the
countenance of the one, (114) evil was
written broadly and plainly on the face
of the other. Evil besides (which I
must still believe to be the lethal side
of man) had left on that body an imprint
of deformity and decay. And yet when I
looked upon that ugly idol in the glass,
I was conscious of no repugnance, rather
of a leap of welcome. This, too, was
myself. It seemed natural and human.
In my eyes it bore a livelier image of
the spirit; it seemed more express and
single than the imperfect and divided
countenance, I had hitherto been accus-
tomed to call mine. And in so far I was
doubtless right

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trimming the midnight lamp in his laborious study, was the well-known, the spotless, the benevolent and the beloved Jekyll.

I made my preparations with the utmost studiousness. I announced to my servants that a Mr. Hyde (whom I described) had full liberty and power about the house: and to parry mishaps, I even called and introduced and made myself a familiar object in my second character. I drew up the will to which you so much objected; so that if anything befell me in the character of Doctor Jekyll, I could enter upon that of Edward Hyde without pecuniary loss. And thus fortified as I fondly supposed every side, I began to plunge into a career of cruel, soulless and degrading vice.

Into the details of my shame I scarred to enter; I mean but to point out the warnings and the successive steps with which my chastisement approached me. I met with an accident which as it brought on no consequence, I mention only in passing: detected in an act of infamy, I had to bribe a party of young fools to set me free, and in order to satisfy their demands Edward

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quietly at home, trimming

the midnight lamp in his study, a man who could afford to laugh at suspicion, would be Henry Jekyll.

The pleasures which I made haste to seek in my disguise were, as I have said, undignified; I would scarce use a harder term. But in the hands of Edward Hyde, they soon began to turn towards the monstrous. When I would come back from these excursions, I was often plunged into a kind of wonder at my vicarious depravity. This familiar that I called out of my own soul and sent forth alone to do his good pleasure, was a being inherently malign and villaninous; his every act and thought centered on self; drinking pleasure with bestial avidity from any degree of torture to another; relentless like a man of stone. Henry Jekyll stood at times aghast before the acts of Edward Hyde; but the situation was apart from ordinary laws, and immediately relaxed the (119) grasp of conscience. It was Hyde, after all, and Hyde alone, that was guilty. Jekyll was no worse; he woke again to his good qualities seemingly unimpaired; he would even make haste, where it was possible, to undo the evil done by Hyde. And thus his conscience slumbered.

Into the details of the infamy at which I thus connived (for even now I can scarce grant that I committed it) I have no design of entering. I mean but to point out the warnings and the successive steps with which my chastisement approached. I met with one accident which, as it brought on no consequence, I shall no more than mention. An act of cruelty to a child aroused against me the anger of a passerby, whom I recognized the other day in the person of your kinsman; the doctor and the child's family joined him; there were moments when I feared for my life; and at last, in order to pacify their too just resentment, Edward

Edward Hyde had to bring them to the door, and pay them with a cheque drawn in the name, of Henry Jekyll. But this danger was easily eliminated from the future, by opening an account at another bank in the name of Edward Hyde himself. And

Hyde had to bring them to the door, and pay them in a cheque drawn in the name, of Henry Jekyll. But this danger was (120) easily eliminated from the future, by opening an account at another bank in the name of

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my true punishment lay in a far different direction.

About a month before the Lensome (?) murder, I had been out on one of my excursions, had returned at a late hour, and woke the next day in my bed with somewhat strange sensations. It was in vain I looked about me; in vain I saw the handsome furniture and tall proportions of my room in the square, in vain that I recognized the pattern of the bed curtains and the carving of the mahogany posts; something still kept insisting that I was not where I thought I was, that I had not awakened where I seemed to be, but in the iron bed and the somewhat dreary and exiguous rooms off Gray's Inn Road, where I was something accustomed to sleep in my character of Edward Hyde. I smiled to

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to myself and in my psychological way, began lazily to examine into the elements of this illusion, occasionally, even as I did so, dropping back into a comfortable morning doze, I was still so engaged when, in one of my wakeful moments, my eyes fell upon my hand. Now the hand of Henry Jekyll, as we have often jocularly said, was eminently professional in shape and size, it was large, firm, white and comely, the hand of a lady's doctor, in a word. But the hand which I now saw clearly enough, in the yellow light of a mid-London morning, laying half-shut among the bed clothes, was lean, corded, knuckly, of a dusky pallor and thickly shaded with a swart growth of hair. It was the hand of Edward Hyde.

I must have stared upon it for near a minute, sunk as I was into the mere stupidity of wonder; before terror woke up in my breast as sudden and startling as the crash of cymbals; and bounding from my bed, I rushed to the mirror. My blood was changed to something exquisitely

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Edward Hyde himself; and when, by sloping my own hand backward, I had supplied my double with a signature, I thought I say beyond the reach of fate.

Some two months before the murder of Sir Danvers, I had been out for one of my adventures, had returned at a late hour, and woke the next day in bed with somewhat odd sensations. It was in vain I looked about me; in vain I saw the decent furniture and tall proportions of my room in the square; in vain that I recognised the pattern of the bed curtains and the design of the mahogany frame; something still kept insisting that I was not where I was, that I had not wakened where I seemed to be, but in the little room in Soho where I was accustomed to sleep in the body of Edward Hyde. I smiled

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to myself, and, in my psychological way, began lazily to inquire into the elements of this illusion, occasionally, even as I did so, dropping back into a comfortable morning doze. I was still so en-(121) gaged when, in one of my more wakeful moments, my eye fell upon my hand. Now the hand of Henry Jekyll (as you have often remarked) was professional in shape and size; it was large, firm, white and comely. But the hand which I now saw, clearly enough, in the yellow light of a mid-London morning, lying half shut on the bed clothes, was lean, corded, knuckly, of a dusky pallor and thickly shaded with a swart growth of hair. It was the hand of Edward Hyde.

I must have stared upon it for near half a minute, sunk as I was in the mere stupidity of my breast as sudden and startling as the crash of cymbals; and bounding from my bed, I rushed to the mirror. At the sight that met my eyes, my blood was changed into something exquisitely

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90 exquisitely cold and yet alive.
Yes: I had gone to bed Henry Jekyll,
I had awakened Edward Hyde. How was
this to be explained? I asked myself;
and then, with another bound of terror--
how was it to be remedied? It was well
on in the morning; the servants were up;
and all my drugs were in the cabinet--
a long journey down two pair of stairs,
through the back passage, across the
open court and through the anatomical
theatre, from where I was then standing,
horror-struck. To conceal my face might,
indeed, be possible; but of what use was
that, when I was unable to dissemble the
alteration in my stature? And then I re-
membered (and how I thanked God for it!)
that I had accustomed my servants to the
haunting presence of my second self. I
had soon dressed, had soon passed through
the house (where Bradshaw stood and drew
back to see the eternal Mr. Hyde at such
an hour) and ten minutes later Dr. Jekyll)
had returned to his own shape and was
sitting down with a darkened brow, to
make a feint of breakfasting.

Small

This is the extent of this MS. so
far as it bears any resemblance to the
matter of the printed book, which from
this point is concluded in about 19 more
pages.

There is one more folio of MS.,
numbered 103, the matter of which differs
so widely from anything contained in the
printed book that it seems probable that
this concluding portion of the story was
entirely recast from this draft.

fol.

103 misfitting clothes rendered me so
marked an object in the streets, that the
danger of recognition was increased to
something close to certainty; and it was
thus my wish to stay as long as possible
in the hotel. But at length I began to
fear I should be judged eccentric, found
another place, called for my bill, ordered
a four wheeler to the door, and sitting
back in the corner, had myself driven to
a remote part of London. There I stopped
the driver at a door, asked for the first
name that came into my head, was of course
refused admittance, and was

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thin and icy. Yes, I had
gone to bed Henry Jekyll, I had
awakened Edward Hyde. How was this
to be explained? I asked myself; and
then, with another bound of terror--
how was it to be remedied? It was
well on in the morning; the servants
were up; all my drugs were in the cabi-
net - a long journey, (122) down two
pair of stairs, through the back pass-
age across the open court and through
the anatomical theatre, from where I
was standing horror-struck. It might
indeed be possible to cover my face;
but of what use was that, when I was
unable to conceal the alteration in my
stature? And then with an overpowering
sweetness of relief, it came back upon
my mind that the servants were already
used to the coming and going of my
second self. I had soon dressed, as
well as I was able, in clothes of my
own size; had soon passed through the
house, where Bradshaw stared and drew
back at seeing Mr. Hyde at such an hour
and in such a strange array; and ten
minutes later Dr. Jekyll had returned
to his own shape and was sitting down,
with a darkened brow, to make a feint
at breakfasting.

Small indeed was my apetite

There is nothing in the printed
book comparable to the matter on fol.
103 of the MS. The nearest approach,
which is still distant, is the refer-
ence on p. 133 to his "summoning a
passing hansom" and driving" to a hotel
in Portland street, etc"

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then driven back to the neighborhood
of Cavendish Square not very long be-
fore the hour of my appointment.

You know already what occurred.
Lanyon threw me off from him with horror;
it scarcely moved me; I was still so full
of my immediate joy, I was already so con-
scious of the perpetual doom that hung
above my head; and when I returned home,
carrying with me my precious drugs

The MS. breaks off here abruptly,
and does not seem to have been continued
beyond this point in this draft as there
remains some paper in blank below the un-
finished sentence, and there is no catch-
word at the bottom of the sheet as there
is in most, though not all, the other
sheets.

February 5, 1951

Mr. Frederick B. Adams, Jr., Director
The Pierpont Morgan Library
33 East 36th Street
New York 16, N. Y.

Dear Adams:

It was a pleasure to see you this morning even if
only for a few minutes and upon inspection of your
JEKYLL AND HYDE manuscript to find out that I
possessed a page missing. To be able to fill in a
lacuna in a Pierpont Morgan Library manuscript is
something one may boast about afterward provided,
of course, that he actually eliminates the lacuna.
So, herewith is page 52 of your manuscript which
it gives me great pleasure to present to The Pierpont
Morgan Library. It covers part of page 117, the en-
tire page 118 and part of page 119 of the book.

As you know, I have an earlier draft of JEKYLL AND
HYDE which I am just now presenting to the Yale
University Library together with my other Stevenson-
iana. I do not think that Jim Babb will begrudge
my giving you a page of JEKYLL AND HYDE absolutely
unrelated to my draft, but missing in yours.

With personal regards, I am

Very truly yours,

EJB: VJ
encl.