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Robert Louis Stevenson

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    His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest
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    feel very strongly about put­ting ques­tions; it par­takes too much of the style of the day of judg­ment. You start a ques­tion, and it’s like start­ing a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, start­ing oth­ers; and presently some bland old bird (the last you would have thought of) is knocked on the head in his own back garden and the fam­ily have to change their name. No sir, I make it a rule of mine: the more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask.
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    very pink of the pro­pri­et­ies
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    He was aus­tere with him­self; drank gin when he was alone, to mor­tify a taste for vin­tages; and though he en­joyed the theatre, had not crossed the doors of one for twenty years.
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    A fort­night later, by ex­cel­lent good for­tune, the doc­tor gave one of his pleas­ant din­ners to some five or six old cronies, all in­tel­li­gent, reput­able men and all judges of good wine; and Mr. Ut­ter­son so con­trived that he re­mained be­hind after the oth­ers had de­par­ted. This was no new ar­range­ment, but a thing that had be­fallen many scores of times. Where Ut­ter­son was liked, he was liked well. Hosts loved to de­tain the dry law­yer, when the light­hearted and loose-tongued had already their foot on the threshold; they liked to sit a while in his un­ob­trus­ive com­pany, prac­tising for solitude, sober­ing their minds in the man’s rich si­lence after the ex­pense and strain of gaiety. To this rule, Dr. Je­kyll was no ex­cep­tion; and as he now sat on the op­pos­ite side of the fire—a large, well-made, smooth-faced man of fifty, with some­thing of a styl­ish cast per­haps, but every mark of
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    Story of the Door

    -Mr. Gabriel John Ut­ter­son the law­yer
    *It is the mark of a mod­est man to ac­cept his friendly circle ready-made from the hands of op­por­tun­ity;
    *his af­fec­tions, like ivy, were the growth of time
    - Mr. Richard En­field

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    cath­oli­city
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    “I let my brother go to the devil in his own way
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    Search for Mr. Hyde

    Henry Je­kyll
    Edward Hyde
    Dr.  Lanyon Hastie
    Poole
    He was wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure; but in the law of God, there is no stat­ute of lim­it­a­tions. Aye, it must be that; the ghost of some old sin, the can­cer of some con­cealed dis­grace: pun­ish­ment com­ing, pede claudo, years after memory has for­got­ten and self-love con­doned the fault.” And the law­yer, scared by the thought, brooded awhile on his own past, grop­ing in all the corners of memory, least by chance some Jack-in-the-Box of an old iniquity should leap to light there. His past was fairly blame­less; few men could read the rolls of their life with less ap­pre­hen­sion; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into a sober and fear­ful grat­it­ude by the many he had come so near to do­ing yet avoided. And then by a re­turn on his former sub­ject, he con­ceived a spark of hope.

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    The Carew Murder Case

    Sir Dan­vers Carew
    In­spector New­comen

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