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           hisheadhangingasheturnedtothedoortoleave,"Ijustwantedtogivehermyapologyfortakingoverherroomtoday.""There’snoneedforthat,Mr.K.,you’retooconscientious,theyoungladydoesn’tknowanythingaboutit,shehasn’tbeenhomesinceearlythismorningandeverything’sbeentidiedupagain,youcanseeforyourself."AndsheopenedthedoortoMissBürstner’sroom."Thankyou,I’lltakeyourwordforit,"saidK,butwentnonethelessovertotheopendoor.Themoonshonequietlyintotheunlitroom.Asfarascouldbeseen,everythingwasindeedinitsplace,noteventheblousewashangingonthewindowhandle.Thepillowsonthebedlookedremarkablyplumpastheylayhalfinthemoonlight."MissBürstneroftencomeshomelate,"saidK.,lookingatMrs.Grubachasifthatwereherresponsibility."That’showyoungpeopleare!"saidMrs.Grubachtoexcuseherself."Ofcourse,ofcourse,"saidK.,"butitcanbetakentoofar.""Yes,itcanbe,"saidMrs.Grubach,"you’resoright,Mr.K.Perhapsitisinthiscase.Icertainlywouldn’twanttosayanythingnastyaboutMissBürstner,sheisagood,sweetgirl,friendly,tidy,punctual,workshard,Iappreciateallthatverymuch,butonethingistrue,sheoughttohavemorepride,beabitlessforthcoming.Twicethismonthalready,inthestreetovertheway,I’veseenherwithadifferentgentleman.Ireallydon’tlikesayingthis,you’retheonlyoneI’vesaidthisto,Mr.K.