Dark Coffin by Butler Gwendoline

Author:Butler, Gwendoline
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2013-08-07T00:00:00+00:00

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Jekyll–Hyde was a neat, well-dressed person. The underneath person was less neat inside but this did not show, except by a tremor that sometimes touched the hands, not so much a tremble as a quiver of the little finger on the right hand and the forefinger on the left. Did it mean something, should you read a symptom or a warning? Hard to say, but it possibly reflected a tremor in the brain (left brain, right brain at odds?) that would be translated into action of a horrid sort.

The person of Hyde, the physical apparatus was always well groomed. No disorder here. A certain Bohemian style occasionally, yes, but that was permitted. Hyde, after all, was not obliged to wear a uniform.

Jekyll and Hyde did not talk to each other, did not converse, but there must have been communion underneath. Had to have been. They had had one placenta between them, after all.

Hyde was silent as a rule, he never sang and rarely spoke, it was wiser so. He could speak but he chose to be reserved. Jekyll sometimes sang, not exactly through happiness but more through pain as if he could feel Hyde trying to force his way back in. The reverse of giving birth is bound to be painful.

Hyde thought he could escape from Jekyll: Jekyll knew that he never could, the cord that had held them in infancy, held them still.

And for ever, he thought. They would die as they had been born.

They had both of them, he thought, struggled for separate life: drawn apart, come back together again, despaired at being like two persons standing on one foot.

Jekyll, the more respectable of the two, sometimes wondered if it would be easier if they were of a different sex. Possibly Hyde could change? Perhaps had already done so, sex was not at all as stable with some people as was imagined. There could be a kind of shifting, he thought, which might settle things down.

Idle thought, Hyde was not one for changing. He knew, deep down, of Jekyll’s exceedingly hostile thoughts and wondered if Jekyll would turn murderer of Hyde.

It could be done.

But no, Hyde was the killer and Jekyll the good one. Goodish, anyway.

I am the dealer of death, Hyde thought, it is my mission, Jekyll just keeps the book.

A pleasing thought that: Jekyll, the good one, the law keeper, the keeper of the book of death.

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