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           Icanhardlybreathe,Ican’tsleepatallandI’mgettingweakerbytheday.""Isee,"saidK.’suncle,pressinghispanamahatfirmlyagainsthiskneewithhisbighand."Thatisbadnews.Butareyougettingtherightsortofcare?Andit’ssodepressinginhere,it’ssodark.It’salongtimesinceIwaslasthere,butitseemedtomefriendlierthen.Evenyouryoungladyheredoesn’tseemtohavemuchlifeinher,unlessshe’sjustpretending."Themaidwasstillstandingbythedoorwiththecandle;asfarascouldbemadeout,shewaswatchingK.morethanshewaswatchinghisuncleevenwhilethelatterwasstillspeakingabouther.K.leantagainstachairthathehadpushedneartothegirl."Whenyou’reasillasIam,"saidthelawyer,"youneedtohavepeace.Idon’tfinditdepressing."Afterashortpauseheadded,"andLenilooksaftermewell,she’sagoodgirl."ButthatwasnotenoughtopersuadeK.’suncle,hehadvisiblytakenagainsthisfriend’scarerand,eventhoughhedidnotcontradicttheinvalid,hepersecutedherwithhisscowlasshewentovertothebed,putthecandleonthebedsidetableand,leaningoverthebed,madeafussofhimbytidyingthepillows.K.’sunclenearlyforgottheneedtoshowanyconsiderationforthemanwholayillinbed,hestoodup,walkedupanddownbehindthecarer,andK.wouldnothavebeensurprisedifhehadgrabbedholdofherskirtsbehindheranddraggedherawayfromthebed.K.