# data[].attributes.body
There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something down-right detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point. He’s an extraordinary looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. ( 4)

# data[].attributes.body
"By ten o’clock, when the shops were closed the by-street was very solitary and, in spite of the low growl of London from all round, very silent." (Stevenson 7.)

# data[].attributes.body
“This Master Hyde, if he were studied,” thought he, “must have secrets of his own; black secrets, by the look of him; secrets compared to which poor Jekyll’s worst would be like sunshine.(10)

# data[].attributes.body
"The other snarled aloud into a savage laugh; and the next moment, with extraordinary quickness, he had unlocked the door and disappeared into the house." (Stevenson 8)

"“He never told you,” cried Mr. Hyde, with a flush of anger. “I did not think you would have lied.”" (Stevenson 8.)

# data[].attributes.body
“Your master seems to repose a great deal of trust in that young man, Poole,” resumed the other musingly. (Stevenson 9)

# data[].attributes.body
I gave a few halloa, took to my heels, collared my gentleman, and brought him back to where there was already quite a group about the screaming child.

# data[].attributes.body
The street was small and what is called quiet, but it drove a thriving trade on the weekdays

# data[].attributes.body
"I never saw a circle of such hateful faces; and there was the man in the middle, with a kind of black sneering coolness—frightened too, I could see that—but carrying it off, sir, really like Satan" (Stevenson 3)

# data[].attributes.body
But he had an approved tolerance for others; sometimes wondering, almost with envy, at the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds; and in any extremity inclined to help rather than to reprove.

# data[].attributes.body
That was the amount of information that the lawyer carried back with him to the great, dark bed on which he tossed to and fro, until the small hours of the morning began to grow large. It was a night of little ease to his toiling mind, toiling in mere darkness and besieged by questions. (Stevenson 6)

# data[].attributes.body
Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary 

# data[].attributes.body
That evening Mr. Utterson came home to his bachelor house in sombre spirits (Stevenson 5)

# data[].attributes.body
There he opened his safe, took from the most private part of it a document endorsed on the envelope as Dr. Jekyll’s Will and sat down with a clouded brow to study its contents. (Stevenson 5)

# data[].attributes.body
Mr. Hyde was pale and dwarfish, he gave an impression of deformity without any nameable malformation, he had a displeasing smile, he had borne himself to the lawyer with a sort of murderous mixture (Stevenson 8)

# data[].attributes.body
In this character, it was frequently his fortune to be the last reputable acquaintance and the last good influence in the lives of downgoing men (Stevenson 1)

# data[].attributes.body
...for the man trampled calmly over the child’s body and left her screaming on the ground. It sounds nothing to hear, but it was hellish to see  (Stevenson 2).

# data[].attributes.body
It was two storeys high; showed no window, nothing but a door on the lower storey and a blind forehead of discoloured wall on the upper; and bore in every feature, the marks of prolonged and sordid negligence (Stevenson 2).