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Candy
laid
the
stump
of
his
wrist
on
his
knee
and
rubbed
it
gently
with
his
hand
.
He
said
accusingly
,
«
You
gotta
husban
’
.
You
got
no
call
foolin
’
aroun
’
with
other
guys
,
causin
’
trouble
.
»
The
girl
flared
up
.
«
Sure
I
gotta
husban
’
.
You
all
seen
him
.
Swell
guy
,
ain
’
t
he
?
Spends
all
his
time
sayin
’
what
he
’
s
gonna
do
to
guy
she
don
’
t
like
,
and
he
don
’
t
like
nobody
.
Think
I
’
m
gonna
stay
in
that
two
-
by
-
four
house
and
listen
how
Curley
’
s
gonna
lead
with
his
left
twicet
,
and
then
bring
in
the
ol
’
right
cross
?
‘
One
-
two
,
’
he
says
.
‘
Jus
’
the
ol
’
one
-
two
an
’
he
’
ll
go
down
.
’
"
She
paused
and
her
face
lost
its
sullenness
and
grew
interested
.
«
Say
—
what
happened
to
Curley
’
s
han
’
?
»
There
was
an
embarrassed
silence
.
Candy
stole
a
look
at
Lennie
.
Then
he
coughed
.
«
Why
.
.
.
Curley
.
.
.
he
got
his
han
’
caught
in
a
machine
,
ma
’
am
.
Bust
his
han
’
.
»
She
watched
for
a
moment
,
and
then
she
laughed
.
«
Baloney
!
What
you
think
you
’
re
sellin
’
me
?
Curley
started
som
’
pin
’
he
didn
’
finish
.
Caught
in
a
machine
—
baloney
!
Why
,
he
ain
’
t
give
nobody
the
good
ol
’
one
-
two
since
he
got
his
han
’
bust
.
Who
bust
him
?
»
Candy
repeated
sullenly
,
«
Got
it
caught
in
a
machine
.
»
«
Awright
,
"
she
said
contemptuously
.
«
Awright
,
cover
‘
im
up
if
ya
wanta
.
Whatta
I
care
?
You
bindle
bums
think
you
’
re
so
damn
good
.
Whatta
ya
think
I
am
,
a
kid
?
I
tell
ya
I
could
of
went
with
shows
.
Not
jus
’
one
,
neither
.
An
’
a
guy
tol
’
me
he
could
put
me
in
pitchers
.
.
.
»
She
was
breathless
with
indignation
.
«
—
Sat
’
iday
night
.
Ever
’
body
out
doin
’
som
’
pin
’
.
Ever
’
body
!
An
’
what
am
I
doin
’
?
Standin
’
here
talkin
’
to
a
bunch
of
bindle
stiffs
—
a
nigger
an
’
a
dum
-
dum
and
a
lousy
ol
’
sheep
—
an
’
likin
’
it
because
they
ain
’
t
nobody
else
.
»
Lennie
watched
her
,
his
mouth
half
open
.
Crooks
had
retired
into
the
terrible
protective
dignity
of
the
Negro
.
But
a
change
came
over
old
Candy
.
He
stood
up
suddenly
and
knocked
his
nail
keg
over
backward
.
«
I
had
enough
,
"
he
said
angrily
.
«
You
ain
’
t
wanted
here
.
We
told
you
you
ain
’
t
.
An
’
I
tell
ya
,
you
got
floozy
idears
about
what
us
guys
amounts
to
.
You
ain
’
t
got
sense
enough
in
that
chicken
head
to
even
see
that
we
ain
’
t
stiffs
.
S
’
pose
you
get
us
canned
.
S
’
pose
you
do
.
You
think
we
’
ll
hit
the
highway
an
’
look
for
another
lousy
two
-
bit
job
like
this
.
You
don
’
t
know
that
we
got
our
own
ranch
to
go
to
,
an
’
our
own
house
.
We
ain
’
t
got
to
stay
here
.
We
gotta
house
and
chickens
an
’
fruit
trees
an
’
a
place
a
hunderd
time
prettier
than
this
.
An
’
we
got
fren
’
s
,
that
’
s
what
we
got
.
Maybe
there
was
a
time
when
we
was
scared
of
gettin
’
canned
,
but
we
ain
’
t
no
more
.
We
got
our
own
lan
’
,
and
it
’
s
ours
,
an
’
we
c
’
n
go
to
it
.
»
Curley
’
s
wife
laughed
at
him
.
«
Baloney
,
"
she
said
.
«
I
seen
too
many
you
guys
.
If
you
had
two
bits
in
the
worl
’
,
why
you
’
d
be
in
gettin
’
two
shots
of
corn
with
it
and
suckin
’
the
bottom
of
the
glass
.
I
know
you
guys
.
»
Candy
’
s
face
had
grown
redder
and
redder
,
but
before
she
was
done
speaking
,
he
had
control
of
himself
.
He
was
the
master
of
the
situation
.
«
I
might
of
knew
,
"
he
said
gently
.
«
Maybe
you
just
better
go
along
an
’
roll
your
hoop
.
We
ain
’
t
got
nothing
to
say
to
you
at
all
.
We
know
what
we
got
,
and
we
don
’
t
care
whether
you
know
it
or
not
.
So
maybe
you
better
jus
’
scatter
along
now
,
‘
cause
Curley
maybe
ain
’
t
gonna
like
his
wife
out
in
the
barn
with
us
‘
bindle
stiffs
.
’
"
