(part 2 :D)
(a gentle, but firm knock on the door)
Poole: (opening the door) Good evening.
Endfeild: Good evening. You must be Mr Poole? Utterson sent me.
Poole: Of course, he told me about your arrival. He also told me that you would like to speak with master Jekyll?
Endfeild: Correct. He said that if I were to warm up to him I’d be “proven otherwise” about my opinion. I mean I’ve never truely met the man other than a few glances.
Poole: Well, if you wish to speak with him, I’ll let him know, and you can wait inside. It’s about to rain, after all.
(Endfeild turned around to see dark clouds looming over the skyline, and a few droplets of rain on the pavement behind him. Endfeild turned around, nodded at Endfeild, and briskly walked inside. He never really liked getting wet, especially in heavy clothing.)
Poole: (closing the door behind Endfeild) I’ll be back in a moment. Sit tight. (And he walks out)
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