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A ularity, heavy work, and aall these torardener's orders; I help hies, transplant flowers, turn over the flower beds, sweep the gravel paths; I share his coarse food and his hard cot; I rise and go to bed with the chickens Now and then I hear that ourherself, surrounded by adarden

I seem awfully stupid to myself Was it the result ofto a close--the day after toottenday?

A written order

"The slave Gregor is herewith ordered toheart I draw aside the da, and enter the bed-room of my divinity It is still filled with a pleasant half darkness

"Is it you, Gregor?" she asks, while I kneel before the fire-place, building a fire I tremble at the sound of the beloved voice I cannot see her herself; she is invisible behind the curtains of the four-poster bed

"Yes, my mistress," I reply

"How late is it?"

"Past nine o'clock"

"Breakfast"

I hasten to get it, and then kneel doith the tray beside her bed

"Here is breakfast, my mistress"

Wanda draws back the curtains, and curiously enough at the first glance when I see her a hair, she seeer, a beautiful woone This face is hard and has an expression of weariness and satiety

Or is it sireen eyes upon me, more with curiosity than with ly, and lazily pulls the dark sleeping fur on which she lies over the bared shoulder

At this , and I feel ins to sway She notices it and reached out for the hich is lying on the toilet-table

"You are aard, slave," she says furrowing her brow

I lower round, and hold the tray as steadily as possible She eats her breakfast, yawns, and stretches her opulent linificent furs