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"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.