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In the Cathedral
walkeduptothepulpitandexamineditfromallsides,itsstoneworkhadbeensculptedwithgreatcare,itseemedasifthefoliagehadtrappedadeepdarknessbetweenandbehinditsleavesandhelditthereprisoner,K.layhishandinoneofthesegapsandcautiouslyfeltthestone,untilthenhehadbeentotallyunawareofthispulpit’sexistence.ThenK.happenedtonoticeoneofthechurchstaffstandingbehindthenextrowofpews,heworealoose,creased,blackcassock,heheldasnuffboxinhislefthandandhewaswatchingK.Nowwhatdoeshewant?thoughtK.DoIseemsuspicioustohim?Doeshewantatip?ButwhenthemaninthecassocksawthatK.hadnoticedhimheraisedhisrighthand,apinchofsnuffstillheldbetweentwofingers,andpointedinsomevaguedirection.Itwasalmostimpossibletounderstandwhatthisbehaviourmeant,K.waitedawhilelongerbutthemaninthecassockdidnotstopgesturingwithhishandandevenaugmenteditbynoddinghishead."Nowwhatdoeshewant?"askedK.quietly,hedidnotdarecalloutloudhere;butthenhedrewouthispurseandpushedhiswaythroughthenearestpewstoreachtheman.He,however,immediatelygesturedtoturndownthisoffer,shruggedhisshouldersandlimpedaway.AsachildK.hadimitatedridingonahorsewiththesamesortofmovementasthislimp."Thisoldmanislikeachild,"thoughtK.,"hedoesn’thavethesenseforanythingmorethanservinginachurch.LookatthewayhestopswhenIstop,andhowhewaitstoseewhetherI’llcontinue."Withasmile,K.
