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Chapter 1It seems scarcely a house. There is no other door, and nobody goes in or out of that one. There are three windows looking on the first floor; none below; the windows are always shut, but they’re clean. And then there is a chimney, which is generally smoking; so somebody must live there. And yet it’s not so sure; for the buildings are so packed together about that court, that it's hard to say where one ends and another begins.
Chapter 4Mr Hyde has only used a couple if rooms; but these were furnished with luxury and good taste. A closet was filled with wine; the plate was of silver, the napery elegant; a good picture hung upon the walls; and the carpets were of many plies and agreable in colour. The rooms, however, bore every mark of having been recently and hurriedly ransacked; clothes lay about the floor, with their pockets inside out; lockfast drawers stood open; and on the hearth there laid a pile of grey ashes, as though many papers had been burned. |