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           Downinfrontofthebankmypoorbrideiswaitingformeattheentrance,I’msoashamedofmyself,it’spitiful."Hisfacewasflowingoverwithtears,andhewipeditdryonK.’scoat."I’mnotgoingtowaitanylonger,"saidthewhip-man,takingholdofthecaneinbothhandsandlayingintoFranzwhileWillemcoweredbackinacornerandlookedonsecretly,notevendaringtoturnhishead.Then,thesuddenscreamthatshotoutfromFranzwaslongandirrevocable,itseemedtocomenotfromahumanbeingbutfromaninstrumentthatwasbeingtortured,thewholecorridorrangwithit,itmusthavebeenheardbyeveryoneinthebuilding."Don’tshoutlikethat!",calledoutK.,unabletopreventhimself,and,ashelookedanxiouslyinthedirectionfromwhichtheservitorwouldcome,hegaveFranzashove,nothard,buthardenoughforhimtofalldownunconscious,clawingatthegroundwithhishandsbyreflex;hestilldidnotavoidbeinghit;therodstillfoundhimonthefloor;thetipoftherodswangregularlyupanddownwhileherolledtoandfrounderitsblows.Andnowoneoftheservitorsappearedinthedistance,withanotherafewstepsbehindhim.K.hadquicklythrownthedoorshut,goneovertooneofthewindowsoverlookingtheyardandopenedit.Thescreamshadcompletelystopped.Sothattheservitorwouldn’tcomein,hecalledout,"It’sonlyme!""Goodevening,chiefclerk,"somebodycalledback."Isthereanythingwrong?""No,no,"answeredK.,"it’sonlyadogyelpingintheyard.