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He
looked
down
at
her
,
and
carefully
he
removed
his
hand
from
over
her
mouth
,
and
she
lay
still
.
«
I
don
’
t
want
to
hurt
you
,
"
he
said
,
«
but
George
’
ll
be
mad
if
you
yell
.
»
When
she
didn
’
t
answer
nor
move
he
bent
closely
over
her
.
He
lifted
her
arm
and
let
it
drop
.
For
a
moment
he
seemed
bewildered
.
And
then
he
whispered
in
fright
,
«
I
done
a
bad
thing
.
I
done
another
bad
thing
.
»
He
pawed
up
the
hay
until
it
partly
covered
her
.
From
outside
the
barn
came
a
cry
of
men
and
the
double
clang
of
shoes
on
metal
.
For
the
first
time
Lennie
became
conscious
of
the
outside
.
He
crouched
down
in
the
hay
and
listened
.
«
I
done
a
real
bad
thing
,
"
he
said
.
«
I
shouldn
’
t
of
did
that
.
George
’
ll
be
mad
.
An
’
.
.
.
he
said
.
.
.
an
’
hide
in
the
brush
till
he
come
.
He
’
s
gonna
be
mad
.
In
the
brush
till
he
come
.
Tha
’
s
what
he
said
.
»
Lennie
went
back
and
looked
at
the
dead
girl
.
The
puppy
lay
close
to
her
.
Lennie
picked
it
up
.
«
I
’
ll
throw
him
away
,
"
he
said
.
«
It
’
s
bad
enough
like
it
is
.
»
He
put
the
pup
under
his
coat
,
and
he
crept
to
the
barn
wall
and
peered
out
between
the
cracks
,
toward
the
horseshoe
game
.
And
then
he
crept
around
the
end
of
the
last
manger
and
disappeared
.
The
sun
streaks
were
high
on
the
wall
by
now
,
and
the
light
was
growing
soft
in
the
barn
.
Curley
’
s
wife
lay
on
her
back
,
and
she
was
half
covered
with
hay
.
It
was
very
quiet
in
the
barn
,
and
the
quiet
of
the
afternoon
was
on
the
ranch
.
Even
the
clang
of
the
pitched
shoes
,
even
the
voices
of
the
men
in
the
game
,
seemed
to
grow
more
quiet
.
The
air
in
the
barn
was
dusky
in
advance
of
the
outside
day
.
A
pigeon
flew
in
through
the
open
hay
door
and
circled
and
flew
out
again
.
Around
the
last
stall
came
a
shepherd
bitch
,
lean
and
long
,
with
heavy
,
hanging
dugs
.
Halfway
to
the
packing
box
where
the
puppies
were
she
caught
the
dead
scent
of
Curley
’
s
wife
,
and
the
hair
arose
along
her
spine
.
She
whimpered
and
cringed
to
the
packing
box
,
and
jumped
in
among
the
puppies
.
Curley
’
s
wife
lay
with
a
half
-
covering
of
yellow
hay
.
And
the
meanness
and
the
plannings
and
the
discontent
and
the
ache
for
attention
were
all
gone
from
her
face
.
She
was
very
pretty
and
simple
,
and
her
face
was
sweet
and
young
.
Now
her
rouged
cheeks
and
her
reddened
lips
made
her
seem
alive
and
sleeping
very
lightly
.
The
curls
,
tiny
little
sausages
,
were
spread
on
the
hay
behind
her
head
,
and
her
lips
were
parted
.
As
happens
sometimes
,
a
moment
settled
and
hovered
and
remained
for
much
more
than
a
moment
.
And
sound
stopped
and
movement
stopped
for
much
,
much
more
than
a
moment
.
Then
gradually
time
awakened
again
and
moved
sluggishly
on
.
The
horses
stamped
on
the
other
side
of
the
feeding
racks
and
the
halterchains
clinked
.
Outside
,
the
men
’
s
voices
became
louder
and
clearer
.
From
around
the
end
of
the
last
stall
old
Candy
’
s
voice
came
.
«
Lennie
,
"
he
called
.
«
Oh
,
Lennie
!
You
in
here
?
I
been
figuring
some
more
.
Tell
you
what
we
can
do
,
Lennie
.
»
Old
Candy
appeared
around
the
end
of
the
last
stall
.
«
Oh
,
Lennie
!
»
he
called
again
;
and
then
he
stopped
,
and
his
body
stiffened
.
He
rubbed
his
smooth
wrist
on
his
white
stubble
whiskers
.
«
I
di
’
n
’
t
know
you
was
here
,
"
he
said
to
Curley
’
s
wife
.
