It wasn’t like a man was some damned Juggernaut Mr. Hyde pale and dwarfish With sort of murderous mixture Of timidity boldness Unknown disgust loathing fear Particularly small wicked-looking Like restored from death Edward would pass away the stain breath Upon mirror there in his stead He must be still alive he have fled I did not think you lied. The moment choose can rid Man is truly one but two A marvelous number degrees hues know he’s good fellow needn’t frown Dr. Jekyll had returned to own shape sitting down darkened brow make feint breakfasting At end world about three o’clock black winter morning