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They had not allowed themselves a long rest and came back quite soon; Grete had put her arm around her mother and was nearly carrying her. What shall we take now, then., said Grete and looked around. Her eyes met those of Gregor on the wall. Perhaps only because her mother was there, she remained calm, bent her face to her so that she would not look round and said, albeit hurriedly and with a tremor in her voice.