The Trial by Franz Kafka Chapter 3 Page 24

, but he nonetheless dared to provoke him still further by stroking and squeezing the woman's arm with his free hand. K. ran the few steps up to him, but when he had reached him and was about to take hold of him and, if necessary, throttle him, the woman said, “It's no good, it's the examining judge who's sent for me, I daren't go with you, this little bastard�” and here she ran her hand over the student's face, “this little bastard won't let me.” “And you don't want to be set free!” shouted K., laying his hand on the student's shoulder, who then snapped at it with his teeth. “No!” shouted the woman, pushing K.

away with both hands, “no, no don't do that, what d'you think you're doing!? That'd be the end of me. Let go of him, please just let go of him.