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She
was
a
little
bit
reassured
.
«
Well
,
who
don
’
t
?
»
she
said
.
«
Ever
’
body
likes
that
.
I
like
to
feel
silk
an
’
velvet
.
Do
you
like
to
feel
velvet
?
»
Lennie
chuckled
with
pleasure
.
«
You
bet
,
by
God
,
"
he
cried
happily
.
«
An
’
I
had
some
,
too
.
A
lady
give
me
some
,
an
’
that
lady
was
—
my
own
Aunt
Clara
.
She
give
it
right
to
me
—
‘
bout
this
big
a
piece
.
I
wisht
I
had
that
velvet
right
now
.
»
A
frown
came
over
his
face
.
«
I
lost
it
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
ain
’
t
seen
it
for
a
long
time
.
»
Curley
’
s
wife
laughed
at
him
.
«
You
’
re
nuts
,
"
she
said
.
«
But
you
’
re
a
kinda
nice
fella
.
Jus
’
like
a
big
baby
.
But
a
person
can
see
kinda
what
you
mean
.
When
I
’
m
doin
’
my
hair
sometimes
I
jus
’
set
an
’
stroke
it
‘
cause
it
’
s
so
soft
.
»
To
show
how
she
did
it
,
she
ran
her
fingers
over
the
top
of
her
head
.
«
Some
people
got
kinda
coarse
hair
,
"
she
said
complacently
.
«
Take
Curley
.
His
hair
is
jus
’
like
wire
.
But
mine
is
soft
and
fine
.
‘
Course
I
brush
it
a
lot
.
That
makes
it
fine
.
Here
—
feel
right
here
.
»
She
took
Lennie
’
s
hand
and
put
it
on
her
head
.
«
Feel
right
aroun
’
there
an
’
see
how
soft
it
is
.
»
Lennie
’
s
big
fingers
fell
to
stroking
her
hair
.
«
Don
’
t
you
muss
it
up
,
"
she
said
.
Lennie
said
,
«
Oh
!
That
’
s
nice
,
"
and
he
stroked
harder
.
«
Oh
,
that
’
s
nice
.
»
«
Look
out
,
now
,
you
’
ll
muss
it
.
»
And
then
she
cried
angrily
,
«
You
stop
it
now
,
you
’
ll
mess
it
all
up
.
»
She
jerked
her
head
sideways
,
and
Lennie
’
s
fingers
closed
on
her
hair
and
hung
on
.
«
Let
go
,
"
she
cried
.
«
You
let
go
!
»
Lennie
was
in
a
panic
.
His
face
was
contorted
.
She
screamed
then
,
and
Lennie
’
s
other
hand
closed
over
her
mouth
and
nose
.
«
Please
don
’
t
,
"
he
begged
.
«
Oh
!
Please
don
’
t
do
that
.
George
’
ll
be
mad
.
»
She
struggled
violently
under
his
hands
.
Her
feet
battered
on
the
hay
and
she
writhed
to
be
free
;
and
from
under
Lennie
’
s
hand
came
a
muffled
screaming
.
Lennie
began
to
cry
with
fright
.
«
Oh
!
Please
don
’
t
do
none
of
that
,
"
he
begged
.
«
George
gonna
say
I
done
a
bad
thing
.
He
ain
’
t
gonna
let
me
tend
no
rabbits
.
»
He
moved
his
hand
a
little
and
her
hoarse
cry
came
out
.
Then
Lennie
grew
angry
.
«
Now
don
’
t
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
yell
.
You
gonna
get
me
in
trouble
jus
’
like
George
says
you
will
.
Now
don
’
t
you
do
that
.
»
And
she
continued
to
struggle
,
and
her
eyes
were
wild
with
terror
.
He
shook
her
then
,
and
he
was
angry
with
her
.
«
Don
’
t
you
go
yellin
’
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
shook
her
;
and
her
body
flopped
like
a
fish
.
And
then
she
was
still
,
for
Lennie
had
broken
her
neck
.
