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«
You
done
it
,
di
’
n
’
t
you
?
I
s
’
pose
you
’
re
glad
.
Ever
’
body
knowed
you
’
d
mess
things
up
.
You
wasn
’
t
no
good
.
You
ain
’
t
no
good
now
,
you
lousy
tart
.
»
He
sniveled
,
and
his
voice
shook
.
«
I
could
of
hoed
in
the
garden
and
washed
dishes
for
them
guys
.
»
He
paused
,
and
then
went
on
in
a
singsong
.
And
he
repeated
the
old
words
:
«
If
they
was
a
circus
or
a
baseball
game
.
.
.
we
would
of
went
to
her
.
.
.
jus
’
said
‘
ta
hell
with
work
,
’
an
’
went
to
her
.
Never
ast
nobody
’
s
say
so
.
An
’
they
’
d
of
been
a
pig
and
chickens
.
.
.
an
’
in
the
winter
.
.
.
the
little
fat
stove
.
.
.
an
’
the
rain
comin
’
.
.
.
an
’
us
jes
’
settin
’
there
.
»
His
eyes
blinded
with
tears
and
he
turned
and
went
weakly
out
of
the
barn
,
and
he
rubbed
his
bristly
whiskers
with
his
wrist
stump
.
Outside
the
noise
of
the
game
stopped
.
There
was
a
rise
of
voices
in
question
,
a
drum
of
running
feet
and
the
men
burst
into
the
barn
.
Slim
and
Carlson
and
young
Whit
and
Curley
,
and
Crooks
keeping
back
out
of
attention
range
.
Candy
came
after
them
,
and
last
of
all
came
George
.
George
had
put
on
his
blue
denim
coat
and
buttoned
it
,
and
his
black
hat
was
pulled
down
low
over
his
eyes
.
The
men
raced
around
the
last
stall
.
Their
eyes
found
Curley
’
s
wife
in
the
gloom
,
they
stopped
and
stood
still
and
looked
.
Then
Slim
went
quietly
over
to
her
,
and
he
felt
her
wrist
.
One
lean
finger
touched
her
cheek
,
and
then
his
hand
went
under
her
slightly
twisted
neck
and
his
fingers
explored
her
neck
.
When
he
stood
up
the
men
crowded
near
and
the
spell
was
broken
.
Curley
came
suddenly
to
life
.
«
I
know
who
done
it
,
"
he
cried
.
«
That
big
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
done
it
.
I
know
he
done
it
.
Why
—
ever
’
body
else
was
out
there
playin
’
horseshoes
.
»
He
worked
himself
into
a
fury
.
«
I
’
m
gonna
get
him
.
I
’
m
going
for
my
shotgun
.
I
’
ll
kill
the
big
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
myself
.
I
’
ll
shoot
‘
im
in
the
guts
.
Come
on
,
you
guys
.
»
He
ran
furiously
out
of
the
barn
.
Carlson
said
,
«
I
’
ll
get
my
Luger
,
"
and
he
ran
out
too
.
Slim
turned
quietly
to
George
.
«
I
guess
Lennie
done
it
,
all
right
,
"
he
said
.
«
Her
neck
’
s
bust
.
Lennie
coulda
did
that
.
»
George
didn
’
t
answer
,
but
he
nodded
slowly
.
His
hat
was
so
far
down
on
his
forehead
that
his
eyes
were
covered
.
Slim
went
on
,
«
Maybe
like
that
time
in
Weed
you
was
tellin
’
about
.
»
Again
George
nodded
.
Slim
sighed
.
«
Well
,
I
guess
we
got
to
get
him
.
Where
you
think
he
might
of
went
?
»
It
seemed
to
take
George
some
time
to
free
his
words
.
«
He
—
would
of
went
south
,
"
he
said
.
«
We
come
from
north
so
he
would
of
went
south
.
»
