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			<h2>INCIDENT AT THE WINDOW</h2>
<p>
It chanced on Sunday, when Mr. Utterson was on his usual walk with Mr. Enfield,
that their way lay once again through the by-street; and that when they came in
front of the door, both stopped to gaze on it.
</p>
<p>
“Well,” said Enfield, “that story’s at an end at least.
We shall never see more of Mr. Hyde.”
</p>
<p>
“I hope not,” said Utterson. “Did I ever tell you that I once
saw him, and shared your feeling of repulsion?”
</p>
<p>
“It was im