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Gregor
soon
had
the
opportunity
to
test
the
strength
of
his
decisions
,
as
early
the
next
morning
,
almost
before
the
night
had
ended
,
his
sister
,
nearly
fully
dressed
,
opened
the
door
from
the
front
room
and
looked
anxiously
in
.
She
did
not
see
him
straight
away
,
but
when
she
did
notice
him
under
the
couch
—
he
had
to
be
somewhere
,
for
God
’
s
sake
,
he
couldn
’
t
have
flown
away
—
she
was
so
shocked
that
she
lost
control
of
herself
and
slammed
the
door
shut
again
from
outside
.
But
she
seemed
to
regret
her
behaviour
,
as
she
opened
the
door
again
straight
away
and
came
in
on
tip
-
toe
as
if
entering
the
room
of
someone
seriously
ill
or
even
of
a
stranger
.
Gregor
had
pushed
his
head
forward
,
right
to
the
edge
of
the
couch
,
and
watched
her
.
Would
she
notice
that
he
had
left
the
milk
as
it
was
,
realise
that
it
was
not
from
any
lack
of
hunger
and
bring
him
in
some
other
food
that
was
more
suitable
?
If
she
didn
’
t
do
it
herself
he
would
rather
go
hungry
than
draw
her
attention
to
it
,
although
he
did
feel
a
terrible
urge
to
rush
forward
from
under
the
couch
,
throw
himself
at
his
sister
’
s
feet
and
beg
her
for
something
good
to
eat
.
However
,
his
sister
noticed
the
full
dish
immediately
and
looked
at
it
and
the
few
drops
of
milk
splashed
around
it
with
some
surprise
.
She
immediately
picked
it
up
—
using
a
rag
,
not
her
bare
hands
—
and
carried
it
out
.
Gregor
was
extremely
curious
as
to
what
she
would
bring
in
its
place
,
imagining
the
wildest
possibilities
,
but
he
never
could
have
guessed
what
his
sister
,
in
her
goodness
,
actually
did
bring
.
In
order
to
test
his
taste
,
she
brought
him
a
whole
selection
of
things
,
all
spread
out
on
an
old
newspaper
.
There
were
old
,
half
-
rotten
vegetables
;
bones
from
the
evening
meal
,
covered
in
white
sauce
that
had
gone
hard
;
a
few
raisins
and
almonds
;
some
cheese
that
Gregor
had
declared
inedible
two
days
before
;
a
dry
roll
and
some
bread
spread
with
butter
and
salt
.
As
well
as
all
that
she
had
poured
some
water
into
the
dish
,
which
had
probably
been
permanently
set
aside
for
Gregor
’
s
use
,
and
placed
it
beside
them
.
Then
,
out
of
consideration
for
Gregor
’
s
feelings
,
as
she
knew
that
he
would
not
eat
in
front
of
her
,
she
hurried
out
again
and
even
turned
the
key
in
the
lock
so
that
Gregor
would
know
he
could
make
things
as
comfortable
for
himself
as
he
liked
.
Gregor
’
s
little
legs
whirred
,
at
last
he
could
eat
.
What
’
s
more
,
his
injuries
must
already
have
completely
healed
as
he
found
no
difficulty
in
moving
.
This
amazed
him
,
as
more
than
a
month
earlier
he
had
cut
his
finger
slightly
with
a
knife
,
he
thought
of
how
his
finger
had
still
hurt
the
day
before
yesterday
.
“
Am
I
less
sensitive
than
I
used
to
be
,
then
?
”
,
he
thought
,
and
was
already
sucking
greedily
at
the
cheese
which
had
immediately
,
almost
compellingly
,
attracted
him
much
more
than
the
other
foods
on
the
newspaper
.
Quickly
one
after
another
,
his
eyes
watering
with
pleasure
,
he
consumed
the
cheese
,
the
vegetables
and
the
sauce
;
the
fresh
foods
,
on
the
other
hand
,
he
didn
’
t
like
at
all
,
and
even
dragged
the
things
he
did
want
to
eat
a
little
way
away
from
them
because
he
couldn
’
t
stand
the
smell
.
Long
after
he
had
finished
eating
and
lay
lethargic
in
the
same
place
,
his
sister
slowly
turned
the
key
in
the
lock
as
a
sign
to
him
that
he
should
withdraw
.
He
was
immediately
startled
,
although
he
had
been
half
asleep
,
and
he
hurried
back
under
the
couch
.
But
he
needed
great
self
-
control
to
stay
there
even
for
the
short
time
that
his
sister
was
in
the
room
,
as
eating
so
much
food
had
rounded
out
his
body
a
little
and
he
could
hardly
breathe
in
that
narrow
space
.
Half
suffocating
,
he
watched
with
bulging
eyes
as
his
sister
unselfconsciously
took
a
broom
and
swept
up
the
left
-
overs
,
mixing
them
in
with
the
food
he
had
not
even
touched
at
all
as
if
it
could
not
be
used
any
more
.
She
quickly
dropped
it
all
into
a
bin
,
closed
it
with
its
wooden
lid
,
and
carried
everything
out
.
She
had
hardly
turned
her
back
before
Gregor
came
out
again
from
under
the
couch
and
stretched
himself
.
This
was
how
Gregor
received
his
food
each
day
now
,
once
in
the
morning
while
his
parents
and
the
maid
were
still
asleep
,
and
the
second
time
after
everyone
had
eaten
their
meal
at
midday
as
his
parents
would
sleep
for
a
little
while
then
as
well
,
and
Gregor
’
s
sister
would
send
the
maid
away
on
some
errand
.
Gregor
’
s
father
and
mother
certainly
did
not
want
him
to
starve
either
,
but
perhaps
it
would
have
been
more
than
they
could
stand
to
have
any
more
experience
of
his
feeding
than
being
told
about
it
,
and
perhaps
his
sister
wanted
to
spare
them
what
distress
she
could
as
they
were
indeed
suffering
enough
.
It
was
impossible
for
Gregor
to
find
out
what
they
had
told
the
doctor
and
the
locksmith
that
first
morning
to
get
them
out
of
the
flat
.
As
nobody
could
understand
him
,
nobody
,
not
even
his
sister
,
thought
that
he
could
understand
them
,
so
he
had
to
be
content
to
hear
his
sister
’
s
sighs
and
appeals
to
the
saints
as
she
moved
about
his
room
.
It
was
only
later
,
when
she
had
become
a
little
more
used
to
everything
—
there
was
,
of
course
,
no
question
of
her
ever
becoming
fully
used
to
the
situation
—
that
Gregor
would
sometimes
catch
a
friendly
comment
,
or
at
least
a
comment
that
could
be
construed
as
friendly
.
“
He
’
s
enjoyed
his
dinner
today
”
,
she
might
say
when
he
had
diligently
cleared
away
all
the
food
left
for
him
,
or
if
he
left
most
of
it
,
which
slowly
became
more
and
more
frequent
,
she
would
often
say
,
sadly
,
“
now
everything
’
s
just
been
left
there
again
”
.
Although
Gregor
wasn
’
t
able
to
hear
any
news
directly
he
did
listen
to
much
of
what
was
said
in
the
next
rooms
,
and
whenever
he
heard
anyone
speaking
he
would
scurry
straight
to
the
appropriate
door
and
press
his
whole
body
against
it
.
There
was
seldom
any
conversation
,
especially
at
first
,
that
was
not
about
him
in
some
way
,
even
if
only
in
secret
.
For
two
whole
days
,
all
the
talk
at
every
mealtime
was
about
what
they
should
do
now
;
but
even
between
meals
they
spoke
about
the
same
subject
as
there
were
always
at
least
two
members
of
the
family
at
home
—
nobody
wanted
to
be
at
home
by
themselves
and
it
was
out
of
the
question
to
leave
the
flat
entirely
empty
.
And
on
the
very
first
day
the
maid
had
fallen
to
her
knees
and
begged
Gregor
’
s
mother
to
let
her
go
without
delay
.
It
was
not
very
clear
how
much
she
knew
of
what
had
happened
but
she
left
within
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
tearfully
thanking
Gregor
’
s
mother
for
her
dismissal
as
if
she
had
done
her
an
enormous
service
.
She
even
swore
emphatically
not
to
tell
anyone
the
slightest
about
what
had
happened
,
even
though
no
-
one
had
asked
that
of
her
.
Now
Gregor
’
s
sister
also
had
to
help
his
mother
with
the
cooking
;
although
that
was
not
so
much
bother
as
no
-
one
ate
very
much
.
Gregor
often
heard
how
one
of
them
would
unsuccessfully
urge
another
to
eat
,
and
receive
no
more
answer
than
“
no
thanks
,
I
’
ve
had
enough
”
or
something
similar
.
No
-
one
drank
very
much
either
.
His
sister
would
sometimes
ask
his
father
whether
he
would
like
a
beer
,
hoping
for
the
chance
to
go
and
fetch
it
herself
.
When
his
father
then
said
nothing
she
would
add
,
so
that
he
would
not
feel
selfish
,
that
she
could
send
the
housekeeper
for
it
,
but
then
his
father
would
close
the
matter
with
a
big
,
loud
“
No
”
,
and
no
more
would
be
said
.
Even
before
the
first
day
had
come
to
an
end
,
his
father
had
explained
to
Gregor
’
s
mother
and
sister
what
their
finances
and
prospects
were
.
Now
and
then
he
stood
up
from
the
table
and
took
some
receipt
or
document
from
the
little
cash
box
he
had
saved
from
his
business
when
it
had
collapsed
five
years
earlier
.
Gregor
heard
how
he
opened
the
complicated
lock
and
then
closed
it
again
after
he
had
taken
the
item
he
wanted
.
What
he
heard
his
father
say
was
some
of
the
first
good
news
that
Gregor
heard
since
he
had
first
been
incarcerated
in
his
room
.
He
had
thought
that
nothing
at
all
remained
from
his
father
’
s
business
,
at
least
he
had
never
told
him
anything
different
,
and
Gregor
had
never
asked
him
about
it
anyway
.
Their
business
misfortune
had
reduced
the
family
to
a
state
of
total
despair
,
and
Gregor
’
s
only
concern
at
that
time
had
been
to
arrange
things
so
that
they
could
all
forget
about
it
as
quickly
as
possible
.
So
then
he
started
working
especially
hard
,
with
a
fiery
vigour
that
raised
him
from
a
junior
salesman
to
a
travelling
representative
almost
overnight
,
bringing
with
it
the
chance
to
earn
money
in
quite
different
ways
.
Gregor
converted
his
success
at
work
straight
into
cash
that
he
could
lay
on
the
table
at
home
for
the
benefit
of
his
astonished
and
delighted
family
.
They
had
been
good
times
and
they
had
never
come
again
,
at
least
not
with
the
same
splendour
,
even
though
Gregor
had
later
earned
so
much
that
he
was
in
a
position
to
bear
the
costs
of
the
whole
family
,
and
did
bear
them
.
They
had
even
got
used
to
it
,
both
Gregor
and
the
family
,
they
took
the
money
with
gratitude
and
he
was
glad
to
provide
it
,
although
there
was
no
longer
much
warm
affection
given
in
return
.
Gregor
only
remained
close
to
his
sister
now
.
Unlike
him
,
she
was
very
fond
of
music
and
a
gifted
and
expressive
violinist
,
it
was
his
secret
plan
to
send
her
to
the
conservatory
next
year
even
though
it
would
cause
great
expense
that
would
have
to
be
made
up
for
in
some
other
way
.
During
Gregor
’
s
short
periods
in
town
,
conversation
with
his
sister
would
often
turn
to
the
conservatory
but
it
was
only
ever
mentioned
as
a
lovely
dream
that
could
never
be
realised
.
Their
parents
did
not
like
to
hear
this
innocent
talk
,
but
Gregor
thought
about
it
quite
hard
and
decided
he
would
let
them
know
what
he
planned
with
a
grand
announcement
of
it
on
Christmas
day
.
