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The
voices
came
close
now
.
George
raised
the
gun
and
listened
to
the
voices
.
Lennie
begged
,
«
Le
’
s
do
it
now
.
Le
’
s
get
that
place
now
.
»
«
Sure
,
right
now
.
I
gotta
.
We
gotta
.
»
And
George
raised
the
gun
and
steadied
it
,
and
he
brought
the
muzzle
of
it
close
to
the
back
of
Lennie
’
s
head
.
The
hand
shook
violently
,
but
his
face
set
and
his
hand
steadied
.
He
pulled
the
trigger
.
The
crash
of
the
shot
rolled
up
the
hills
and
rolled
down
again
.
Lennie
jarred
,
and
then
settled
slowly
forward
to
the
sand
,
and
he
lay
without
quivering
.
George
shivered
and
looked
at
the
gun
,
and
then
he
threw
it
from
him
,
back
up
on
the
bank
,
near
the
pile
of
old
ashes
.
The
brush
seemed
filled
with
cries
and
with
the
sound
of
running
feet
.
Slim
’
s
voice
shouted
.
«
George
.
Where
you
at
,
George
?
»
But
George
sat
stiffly
on
the
bank
and
looked
at
his
right
hand
that
had
thrown
the
gun
away
.
The
group
burst
into
the
clearing
,
and
Curley
was
ahead
.
He
saw
Lennie
lying
on
the
sand
.
«
Got
him
,
by
God
.
»
He
went
over
and
looked
down
at
Lennie
,
and
then
he
looked
back
at
George
.
«
Right
in
the
back
of
the
head
,
"
he
said
softly
.
Slim
came
directly
to
George
and
sat
down
beside
him
,
sat
very
close
to
him
.
«
Never
you
mind
,
"
said
Slim
.
«
A
guy
got
to
sometimes
.
»
But
Carlson
was
standing
over
George
.
«
How
’
d
you
do
it
?
»
he
asked
.
«
I
just
done
it
,
"
George
said
tiredly
.
