One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled
dreams.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover strong it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, link waved about
helplessly as he looked. «What’s happened to me? » he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled
dreams.

The bedding was hardly able to cover it.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

The bedding was hardly able to cover it.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

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It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur
boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that
covered the whole of her lower arm towards the
viewer.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur
boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that
covered the whole of her lower arm towards the
viewer.

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It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur
boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that
covered the whole of her lower arm towards the
viewer.