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           Itwasverytouching,andeventhetheatretickets,whichhewouldregularlysendherfromthenon,wouldnotbeenoughtorepayher,buthereallydidnotfeel,now,thatitwasrightforhimtovisitherinherlodgingsandholdconversationswithalittle,eighteenyearoldschoolgirl."Andwhatdoyouhavetosayaboutthat?"askedhisuncle,whohadforgottenallhisrushandexcitementashereadtheletter,andseemedtobeabouttoreaditagain."Yes,Uncle,"saidK.,"itistrue.""True!"calledouthisuncle."Whatistrue?Howcanthisbetrue?Whatsortoftrialisit?Notacriminaltrial,Ihope?""It’sacriminaltrial,"answeredK."Andyousitquietlyherewhileyou’vegotacriminaltrialroundyourneck?"shoutedhisuncle,gettingeverlouder."ThemorecalmIam,thebetteritwillbefortheoutcome,"saidK.inatiredvoice,"don’tworry.""HowcanIhelpworrying?!"shoutedhisuncle,"Josef,myDearJosef,thinkaboutyourself,aboutyourfamily,thinkaboutourgoodname!Uptillnow,you’vealwaysbeenourpride,don’tnowbecomeourdisgrace.Idon’tlikethewayyou’rebehaving,"hesaid,lookingatK.withhisheadatanangle,"that’snothowaninnocentmanbehaveswhenhe’saccusedofsomething,notifhe’sstillgotanystrengthinhim.Justtellmewhatit’sallaboutsothatIcanhelpyou.It’ssomethingtodowiththebank,Itakeit?""No,"saidK.ashestoodup,"andyou’respeakingtooloud,Uncle,IexpectoneofthestaffislisteningatthedoorandIfindthatratherunpleasant.