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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubleddreams, he found himself transformed in his bed intoa horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back,and if he lifted his head a little he could see hisbrown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches intostiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to coverstrong it and seemed ready to slideoff any moment. His many legs, pitifully thincompared with the size of the rest of him,link waved abouthelplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me? " hethought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper humanroom although a little too small, lay peacefullybetween its four familiar walls.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubleddreams.

The bedding was hardly able to cover it.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and furboa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff thatcovered the whole of her lower arm towards theviewer.

The bedding was hardly able to cover it.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and furboa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff thatcovered the whole of her lower arm towards theviewer.

A collection of textile samples lay spread outon the table.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and furboa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff thatcovered the whole of her lower arm towards theviewer.

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