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He
could
already
hardly
feel
the
decayed
apple
in
his
back
or
the
inflamed
area
around
it
,
which
was
entirely
covered
in
white
dust
.
He
thought
back
of
his
family
with
emotion
and
love
.
If
it
was
possible
,
he
felt
that
he
must
go
away
even
more
strongly
than
his
sister
.
He
remained
in
this
state
of
empty
and
peaceful
rumination
until
he
heard
the
clock
tower
strike
three
in
the
morning
.
He
watched
as
it
slowly
began
to
get
light
everywhere
outside
the
window
too
.
Then
,
without
his
willing
it
,
his
head
sank
down
completely
,
and
his
last
breath
flowed
weakly
from
his
nostrils
.
When
the
cleaner
came
in
early
in
the
morning
—
they
’
d
often
asked
her
not
to
keep
slamming
the
doors
but
with
her
strength
and
in
her
hurry
she
still
did
,
so
that
everyone
in
the
flat
knew
when
she
’
d
arrived
and
from
then
on
it
was
impossible
to
sleep
in
peace
—
she
made
her
usual
brief
look
in
on
Gregor
and
at
first
found
nothing
special
.
She
thought
he
was
laying
there
so
still
on
purpose
,
playing
the
martyr
;
she
attributed
all
possible
understanding
to
him
.
She
happened
to
be
holding
the
long
broom
in
her
hand
,
so
she
tried
to
tickle
Gregor
with
it
from
the
doorway
.
When
she
had
no
success
with
that
she
tried
to
make
a
nuisance
of
herself
and
poked
at
him
a
little
,
and
only
when
she
found
she
could
shove
him
across
the
floor
with
no
resistance
at
all
did
she
start
to
pay
attention
.
She
soon
realised
what
had
really
happened
,
opened
her
eyes
wide
,
whistled
to
herself
,
but
did
not
waste
time
to
yank
open
the
bedroom
doors
and
shout
loudly
into
the
darkness
of
the
bedrooms
:
“
Come
and
’
ave
a
look
at
this
,
it
’
s
dead
,
just
lying
there
,
stone
dead
!
”
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Samsa
sat
upright
there
in
their
marriage
bed
and
had
to
make
an
effort
to
get
over
the
shock
caused
by
the
cleaner
before
they
could
grasp
what
she
was
saying
.
But
then
,
each
from
his
own
side
,
they
hurried
out
of
bed
.
Mr
.
Samsa
threw
the
blanket
over
his
shoulders
,
Mrs
.
Samsa
just
came
out
in
her
nightdress
;
and
that
is
how
they
went
into
Gregor
’
s
room
.
On
the
way
they
opened
the
door
to
the
living
room
where
Grete
had
been
sleeping
since
the
three
gentlemen
had
moved
in
;
she
was
fully
dressed
as
if
she
had
never
been
asleep
,
and
the
paleness
of
her
face
seemed
to
confirm
this
.
“
Dead
?
”
,
asked
Mrs
.
Samsa
,
looking
at
the
charwoman
enquiringly
,
even
though
she
could
have
checked
for
herself
and
could
have
known
it
even
without
checking
.
“
That
’
s
what
I
said
”
,
replied
the
cleaner
,
and
to
prove
it
she
gave
Gregor
’
s
body
another
shove
with
the
broom
,
sending
it
sideways
across
the
floor
.
Mrs
.
Samsa
made
a
movement
as
if
she
wanted
to
hold
back
the
broom
,
but
did
not
complete
it
.
“
Now
then
”
,
said
Mr
.
Samsa
,
“
let
’
s
give
thanks
to
God
for
that
”
.
He
crossed
himself
,
and
the
three
women
followed
his
example
.
Grete
,
who
had
not
taken
her
eyes
from
the
corpse
,
said
:
“
Just
look
how
thin
he
was
.
He
didn
’
t
eat
anything
for
so
long
.
The
food
came
out
again
just
the
same
as
when
it
went
in
”
.
Gregor
’
s
body
was
indeed
completely
dried
up
and
flat
,
they
had
not
seen
it
until
then
,
but
now
he
was
not
lifted
up
on
his
little
legs
,
nor
did
he
do
anything
to
make
them
look
away
.
“
Grete
,
come
with
us
in
here
for
a
little
while
”
,
said
Mrs
.
Samsa
with
a
pained
smile
,
and
Grete
followed
her
parents
into
the
bedroom
but
not
without
looking
back
at
the
body
.
The
cleaner
shut
the
door
and
opened
the
window
wide
.
Although
it
was
still
early
in
the
morning
the
fresh
air
had
something
of
warmth
mixed
in
with
it
.
It
was
already
the
end
of
March
,
after
all
.
The
three
gentlemen
stepped
out
of
their
room
and
looked
round
in
amazement
for
their
breakfasts
;
they
had
been
forgotten
about
.
“
Where
is
our
breakfast
?
”
,
the
middle
gentleman
asked
the
cleaner
irritably
.
She
just
put
her
finger
on
her
lips
and
made
a
quick
and
silent
sign
to
the
men
that
they
might
like
to
come
into
Gregor
’
s
room
.
They
did
so
,
and
stood
around
Gregor
’
s
corpse
with
their
hands
in
the
pockets
of
their
well
-
worn
coats
.
It
was
now
quite
light
in
the
room
.
Then
the
door
of
the
bedroom
opened
and
Mr
.
Samsa
appeared
in
his
uniform
with
his
wife
on
one
arm
and
his
daughter
on
the
other
.
All
of
them
had
been
crying
a
little
;
Grete
now
and
then
pressed
her
face
against
her
father
’
s
arm
.
“
Leave
my
home
.
Now
!
”
,
said
Mr
.
Samsa
,
indicating
the
door
and
without
letting
the
women
from
him
.
“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
,
asked
the
middle
of
the
three
gentlemen
somewhat
disconcerted
,
and
he
smiled
sweetly
.
The
other
two
held
their
hands
behind
their
backs
and
continually
rubbed
them
together
in
gleeful
anticipation
of
a
loud
quarrel
which
could
only
end
in
their
favour
.
“
I
mean
just
what
I
said
”
,
answered
Mr
.
Samsa
,
and
,
with
his
two
companions
,
went
in
a
straight
line
towards
the
man
.
At
first
,
he
stood
there
still
,
looking
at
the
ground
as
if
the
contents
of
his
head
were
rearranging
themselves
into
new
positions
.
“
Alright
,
we
’
ll
go
then
”
,
he
said
,
and
looked
up
at
Mr
.
Samsa
as
if
he
had
been
suddenly
overcome
with
humility
and
wanted
permission
again
from
Mr
.
Samsa
for
his
decision
.
Mr
.
Samsa
merely
opened
his
eyes
wide
and
briefly
nodded
to
him
several
times
.
At
that
,
and
without
delay
,
the
man
actually
did
take
long
strides
into
the
front
hallway
;
his
two
friends
had
stopped
rubbing
their
hands
some
time
before
and
had
been
listening
to
what
was
being
said
.
Now
they
jumped
off
after
their
friend
as
if
taken
with
a
sudden
fear
that
Mr
.
Samsa
might
go
into
the
hallway
in
front
of
them
and
break
the
connection
with
their
leader
.
Once
there
,
all
three
took
their
hats
from
the
stand
,
took
their
sticks
from
the
holder
,
bowed
without
a
word
and
left
the
premises
.
Mr
.
Samsa
and
the
two
women
followed
them
out
onto
the
landing
;
but
they
had
had
no
reason
to
mistrust
the
men
’
s
intentions
and
as
they
leaned
over
the
landing
they
saw
how
the
three
gentlemen
made
slow
but
steady
progress
down
the
many
steps
.
