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In
his
startlement
,
though
,
he
was
not
able
to
prevent
the
sheet
at
its
front
from
moving
a
little
.
It
was
enough
to
attract
his
mother
’
s
attention
.
She
stood
very
still
,
remained
there
a
moment
,
and
then
went
back
out
to
Grete
.
Gregor
kept
trying
to
assure
himself
that
nothing
unusual
was
happening
,
it
was
just
a
few
pieces
of
furniture
being
moved
after
all
,
but
he
soon
had
to
admit
that
the
women
going
to
and
fro
,
their
little
calls
to
each
other
,
the
scraping
of
the
furniture
on
the
floor
,
all
these
things
made
him
feel
as
if
he
were
being
assailed
from
all
sides
.
With
his
head
and
legs
pulled
in
against
him
and
his
body
pressed
to
the
floor
,
he
was
forced
to
admit
to
himself
that
he
could
not
stand
all
of
this
much
longer
.
They
were
emptying
his
room
out
;
taking
away
everything
that
was
dear
to
him
;
they
had
already
taken
out
the
chest
containing
his
fretsaw
and
other
tools
;
now
they
threatened
to
remove
the
writing
desk
with
its
place
clearly
worn
into
the
floor
,
the
desk
where
he
had
done
his
homework
as
a
business
trainee
,
at
high
school
,
even
while
he
had
been
at
infant
school
—
he
really
could
not
wait
any
longer
to
see
whether
the
two
women
’
s
intentions
were
good
.
He
had
nearly
forgotten
they
were
there
anyway
,
as
they
were
now
too
tired
to
say
anything
while
they
worked
and
he
could
only
hear
their
feet
as
they
stepped
heavily
on
the
floor
.
So
,
while
the
women
were
leant
against
the
desk
in
the
other
room
catching
their
breath
,
he
sallied
out
,
changed
direction
four
times
not
knowing
what
he
should
save
first
before
his
attention
was
suddenly
caught
by
the
picture
on
the
wall
—
which
was
already
denuded
of
everything
else
that
had
been
on
it
—
of
the
lady
dressed
in
copious
fur
.
He
hurried
up
onto
the
picture
and
pressed
himself
against
its
glass
,
it
held
him
firmly
and
felt
good
on
his
hot
belly
.
This
picture
at
least
,
now
totally
covered
by
Gregor
,
would
certainly
be
taken
away
by
no
-
one
.
He
turned
his
head
to
face
the
door
into
the
living
room
so
that
he
could
watch
the
women
when
they
came
back
.
They
had
not
allowed
themselves
a
long
rest
and
came
back
quite
soon
;
Grete
had
put
her
arm
around
her
mother
and
was
nearly
carrying
her
.
“
What
shall
we
take
now
,
then
?
”
,
said
Grete
and
looked
around
.
Her
eyes
met
those
of
Gregor
on
the
wall
.
Perhaps
only
because
her
mother
was
there
,
she
remained
calm
,
bent
her
face
to
her
so
that
she
would
not
look
round
and
said
,
albeit
hurriedly
and
with
a
tremor
in
her
voice
:
“
Come
on
,
let
’
s
go
back
in
the
living
room
for
a
while
?
”
Gregor
could
see
what
Grete
had
in
mind
,
she
wanted
to
take
her
mother
somewhere
safe
and
then
chase
him
down
from
the
wall
.
Well
,
she
could
certainly
try
it
!
He
sat
unyielding
on
his
picture
.
He
would
rather
jump
at
Grete
’
s
face
.
But
Grete
’
s
words
had
made
her
mother
quite
worried
,
she
stepped
to
one
side
,
saw
the
enormous
brown
patch
against
the
flowers
of
the
wallpaper
,
and
before
she
even
realised
it
was
Gregor
that
she
saw
screamed
:
“
Oh
God
,
oh
God
!
”
Arms
outstretched
,
she
fell
onto
the
couch
as
if
she
had
given
up
everything
and
stayed
there
immobile
.
“
Gregor
!
”
shouted
his
sister
,
glowering
at
him
and
shaking
her
fist
.
That
was
the
first
word
she
had
spoken
to
him
directly
since
his
transformation
.
She
ran
into
the
other
room
to
fetch
some
kind
of
smelling
salts
to
bring
her
mother
out
of
her
faint
;
Gregor
wanted
to
help
too
—
he
could
save
his
picture
later
,
although
he
stuck
fast
to
the
glass
and
had
to
pull
himself
off
by
force
;
then
he
,
too
,
ran
into
the
next
room
as
if
he
could
advise
his
sister
like
in
the
old
days
;
but
he
had
to
just
stand
behind
her
doing
nothing
;
she
was
looking
into
various
bottles
,
he
startled
her
when
she
turned
round
;
a
bottle
fell
to
the
ground
and
broke
;
a
splinter
cut
Gregor
’
s
face
,
some
kind
of
caustic
medicine
splashed
all
over
him
;
now
,
without
delaying
any
longer
,
Grete
took
hold
of
all
the
bottles
she
could
and
ran
with
them
in
to
her
mother
;
she
slammed
the
door
shut
with
her
foot
.
So
now
Gregor
was
shut
out
from
his
mother
,
who
,
because
of
him
,
might
be
near
to
death
;
he
could
not
open
the
door
if
he
did
not
want
to
chase
his
sister
away
,
and
she
had
to
stay
with
his
mother
;
there
was
nothing
for
him
to
do
but
wait
;
and
,
oppressed
with
anxiety
and
self
-
reproach
,
he
began
to
crawl
about
,
he
crawled
over
everything
,
walls
,
furniture
,
ceiling
,
and
finally
in
his
confusion
as
the
whole
room
began
to
spin
around
him
he
fell
down
into
the
middle
of
the
dinner
table
.
He
lay
there
for
a
while
,
numb
and
immobile
,
all
around
him
it
was
quiet
,
maybe
that
was
a
good
sign
.
Then
there
was
someone
at
the
door
.
The
maid
,
of
course
,
had
locked
herself
in
her
kitchen
so
that
Grete
would
have
to
go
and
answer
it
.
His
father
had
arrived
home
.
“
What
’
s
happened
?
”
were
his
first
words
;
Grete
’
s
appearance
must
have
made
everything
clear
to
him
.
She
answered
him
with
subdued
voice
,
and
openly
pressed
her
face
into
his
chest
:
“
Mother
’
s
fainted
,
but
she
’
s
better
now
.
Gregor
got
out
.
”
“
Just
as
I
expected
”
,
said
his
father
,
“
just
as
I
always
said
,
but
you
women
wouldn
’
t
listen
,
would
you
.
”
It
was
clear
to
Gregor
that
Grete
had
not
said
enough
and
that
his
father
took
it
to
mean
that
something
bad
had
happened
,
that
he
was
responsible
for
some
act
of
violence
.
That
meant
Gregor
would
now
have
to
try
to
calm
his
father
,
as
he
did
not
have
the
time
to
explain
things
to
him
even
if
that
had
been
possible
.
So
he
fled
to
the
door
of
his
room
and
pressed
himself
against
it
so
that
his
father
,
when
he
came
in
from
the
hall
,
could
see
straight
away
that
Gregor
had
the
best
intentions
and
would
go
back
into
his
room
without
delay
,
that
it
would
not
be
necessary
to
drive
him
back
but
that
they
had
only
to
open
the
door
and
he
would
disappear
.
His
father
,
though
,
was
not
in
the
mood
to
notice
subtleties
like
that
;
“
Ah
!
”
,
he
shouted
as
he
came
in
,
sounding
as
if
he
were
both
angry
and
glad
at
the
same
time
.
Gregor
drew
his
head
back
from
the
door
and
lifted
it
towards
his
father
.
He
really
had
not
imagined
his
father
the
way
he
stood
there
now
;
of
late
,
with
his
new
habit
of
crawling
about
,
he
had
neglected
to
pay
attention
to
what
was
going
on
the
rest
of
the
flat
the
way
he
had
done
before
.
He
really
ought
to
have
expected
things
to
have
changed
,
but
still
,
still
,
was
that
really
his
father
?
The
same
tired
man
as
used
to
be
laying
there
entombed
in
his
bed
when
Gregor
came
back
from
his
business
trips
,
who
would
receive
him
sitting
in
the
armchair
in
his
nightgown
when
he
came
back
in
the
evenings
;
who
was
hardly
even
able
to
stand
up
but
,
as
a
sign
of
his
pleasure
,
would
just
raise
his
arms
and
who
,
on
the
couple
of
times
a
year
when
they
went
for
a
walk
together
on
a
Sunday
or
public
holiday
wrapped
up
tightly
in
his
overcoat
between
Gregor
and
his
mother
,
would
always
labour
his
way
forward
a
little
more
slowly
than
them
,
who
were
already
walking
slowly
for
his
sake
;
who
would
place
his
stick
down
carefully
and
,
if
he
wanted
to
say
something
would
invariably
stop
and
gather
his
companions
around
him
.
He
was
standing
up
straight
enough
now
;
dressed
in
a
smart
blue
uniform
with
gold
buttons
,
the
sort
worn
by
the
employees
at
the
banking
institute
;
above
the
high
,
stiff
collar
of
the
coat
his
strong
double
-
chin
emerged
;
under
the
bushy
eyebrows
,
his
piercing
,
dark
eyes
looked
out
fresh
and
alert
;
his
normally
unkempt
white
hair
was
combed
down
painfully
close
to
his
scalp
.
He
took
his
cap
,
with
its
gold
monogram
from
,
probably
,
some
bank
,
and
threw
it
in
an
arc
right
across
the
room
onto
the
sofa
,
put
his
hands
in
his
trouser
pockets
,
pushing
back
the
bottom
of
his
long
uniform
coat
,
and
,
with
look
of
determination
,
walked
towards
Gregor
.
He
probably
did
not
even
know
himself
what
he
had
in
mind
,
but
nonetheless
lifted
his
feet
unusually
high
.
Gregor
was
amazed
at
the
enormous
size
of
the
soles
of
his
boots
,
but
wasted
no
time
with
that
—
he
knew
full
well
,
right
from
the
first
day
of
his
new
life
,
that
his
father
thought
it
necessary
to
always
be
extremely
strict
with
him
.
And
so
he
ran
up
to
his
father
,
stopped
when
his
father
stopped
,
scurried
forwards
again
when
he
moved
,
even
slightly
.
In
this
way
they
went
round
the
room
several
times
without
anything
decisive
happening
,
without
even
giving
the
impression
of
a
chase
as
everything
went
so
slowly
.
Gregor
remained
all
this
time
on
the
floor
,
largely
because
he
feared
his
father
might
see
it
as
especially
provoking
if
he
fled
onto
the
wall
or
ceiling
.
Whatever
he
did
,
Gregor
had
to
admit
that
he
certainly
would
not
be
able
to
keep
up
this
running
about
for
long
,
as
for
each
step
his
father
took
he
had
to
carry
out
countless
movements
.
