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I. The Story of the Door
Mr Utterson was a lawyer in London. He was a tall, thin man with a serious face, and he almost never smiled. He did not talk much, but his friends loved him. He was hard on himself and gentle with other people. When a friend was in trouble, he did not judge him. He tried to help.
Every Sunday he went for a long walk with a distant cousin, Mr Richard Enfield. On these walks the two men hardly spoke, but they both loved them more than anything else in the week.
One Sunday they walked down a small street in a busy part of London. The shops there were bright and clean. But near one corner stood a strange, dark building. It had no windows on the street, only an old door with no bell and no knocker.