Across the room, despite the chilly weather, Gregor’s mother had pulled
open a window, leant far out of it and pressed her hands to her face. A
strong draught of air flew in from the street towards the stairway, the
curtains flew up, the newspapers on the table fluttered and some of them
were blown onto the floor. Nothing would stop Gregor’s father as he
drove him back, making hissing noises at him like a wild man.
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