Grubach as if asking him for something and hurrying to his door which he had already opened, 'I don't want to speak to Miss Bürstner at all, not yet, of course I'll continue to keep an eye on her but you're the only one I've told what I know. And what's more, perhaps I'm going to far, I don't want to get in your way, say to her whatever you see fit. In fact I warn you quite directly not to say anything to her, you are quite mistaken, I know Miss Bürstner very well and there is no truth at all in what you say. Grubach, you are on quite the wrong track ,' said K., so angry that he was hardly able to hide it, 'and you have moreover misunderstood what I was saying about Miss Bürstner, that is not what I meant. And it's not the only thing about her that I'm worried about.' 'Mrs. K., I swear to God, but I'm going to have no choice but to have a few words with Miss Bürstner about it myself. I really don't like saying this, you're the only one I've said this to, Mr. Twice this month already, in the street over the way, I've seen her with a different gentleman. I certainly wouldn't want to say anything nasty about Miss Bürstner, she is a good, sweet girl, friendly, tidy, punctual, works hard, I appreciate all that very much, but one thing is true, she ought to have more pride, be a bit less forthcoming. 'Of course, of course,' said K., 'but it can be taken too far.' 'Yes, it can be,' said Mrs. Grubach as if that were her responsibility. 'Miss Bürstner often comes home late,' said K., looking at Mrs.

The pillows on the bed looked remarkably plump as they lay half in the moonlight. As far as could be seen, everything was indeed in its place, not even the blouse was hanging on the window handle.

The moon shone quietly into the unlit room.

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