“Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.”
Those were the last words on the paper. Mr. Utterson held it in his hands that were shaking due the shock and sorrow. Those were the last words of Dr. Jekyll. The lawyer was sitting at his wooden desk hesitant to rise up. Gabriel’s feet were powerless and they felt like they had a huge weight in them. His feet could have gone through the floor and drag him underground. The anxiety that the knowledge had brought stormed in his stomach.
Utterson was surrounded by heavy silence. But inside his head he could have screamed. The image of Edward Hyde hunted his restless mind like a terrible nightmare. It was just like when Enfield had first told him about this mysterious man. But at that time he didn’t had a face. Now he had. And that wasn’t all. Sometimes Hyde was wearing Dr. Jekyll’s face. Like a mask that hid the real person b