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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 he also saw him he was the nearest to the door his hand pressed against his open mouth and slowly retreating as if driven by a steady and invisible force. Gregor's mother, her hair still dishevelled from bed despite the chief clerk's being there, looked at his father.
He hid it that night behind my flatirons on the range. Why, Cutty, he's rich!" "Did he show the contents?" "Only the money and the bonds. He said if he had died the money and bonds would have been mine. "Providing Gregor was also dead." Cutty looked into the wallet, but disturbed nothing. "I imagine these funds are actually Gregor's." "He told me to give the wallet to you. And so I waited.
At the same time she became touchy in a way that was quite new for her and which everyone in the family understood cleaning up Gregor's room was for her and her alone. Gregor's mother did once thoroughly clean his room, and needed to use several bucketfuls of water to do it although that much dampness also made Gregor ill and he lay flat on the couch, bitter and immobile.
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.
As soon as it struck ten, Gregor's mother would speak gently to his father to wake him and try to persuade him to go to bed, as he couldn't sleep properly where he was and he really had to get his sleep if he was to be up at six to get to work.
Karlov was the head of the society which had voted Gregor's death. So he had agents watching Hawksley. And Karlov himself undertook the chase across Russia, China, and the Pacific." "I'm glad I gave him something to eat. But Gregor, a valet in a hotel, with all that money!" "The red tape." "What a dizzy world we live in, Cutty!" "Dizzy is the word." Cutty sighed.
Gregor, having accepted as fact the reported death of Ivan, had nothing to live for. Having brought Gregor here to torture he had, blind fool, taken away the fiddler's ability to feel. The fog cleared. He himself had given his enemy this mysterious calm. He had taken out Gregor's soul and dissipated it. No. Not quite dissipated. What held the body together was the iron residue of the soul.
Once those gorilla-like hands reached out for him Stefani Gregor's neck would break. "Be still, fiddler! You know what I mean. There will be no upper class, which is idleness and wastefulness; no middle class, the usurers, the gamblers of necessities, the war makers. One great body of equals shall issue forth. All shall labour." "For what?" "The common good."
At once Gregor realized his failure. The tenseness went out of him. He spoke calmly. "Yes, I wanted to die. I no longer possess anything. I lied, Boris; but it is useless to tell you that. I knew nothing of Anna until it was too late. I wanted to die." Karlov began to pace furiously, the candle flame springing after him each time he passed it. There was a question in Gregor's mind.
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