What is the theme of "The Story of the Fisherman"?

Read the excerpt from the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde. from that time forward, mr. utterson began to haunt the door in the by-street of shops. in the morning before office hours, at noon when business was plenty, and time scarce, at night under the face of the fogged city moon, by all lights and at all hours of solitude or concourse, the lawyer was to be found on his chosen post. "if he be mr. hyde,” he had thought, "i shall be mr. seek.” how is mr. utterson characterized in the excerpt? as mysterious as depressed as determined as generous

1)what was the first thing that cast doubt on the authenticity of the king being peter wilks's english brother? a)his refusal to answer questionsb)his arrival in town in a canoec)his illiteracy and inability to writed)his lack of knowledge about the wilks family 2)how did huck escape the clutches of the angry townspeople? a)he told them where the gold was.b)he ran off while digging up the body.c)his captor released him while running to see the gold.d)his captor sent him away because he did not want to share the gold.

Which two passages in this excerpt from the death of ivan illych does leo tolstoy use to suggest that ivan ilych feels like his life is slipping away from him? "what's the use? it makes no difference," he said to himself, staring with wide-open eyes into the darkness. "death. yes, death. and none of them knows or wishes to know it, and they have no pity for me. now they are playing." (he heard through the door the distant sound of a song and its accompaniment.) "it's all the same to them, but they will die too! fools! i first, and they later, but it will be the same for them. and now they are merry . . the beasts! " anger choked him and he was agonizingly, unbearably miserable. "it is impossible that all men have been doomed to suffer this awful horror! " he raised himself. "something must be wrong. i must calm myself—must think it all over from the beginning." and he again began thinking. "yes, the beginning of my illness: i knocked my side, but i was still quite well that day and the next. it hurt a little, then rather more. i saw the doctors, then followed despondency and anguish, more doctors, and i drew nearer to the abyss. my strength grew less and i kept coming nearer and nearer, and now i have wasted away and there is no light in my eyes.