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When
she
didn
’
t
answer
,
he
stepped
nearer
.
«
You
oughten
to
sleep
out
here
,
"
he
said
disapprovingly
;
and
then
he
was
beside
her
and
—
«
Oh
,
Jesus
Christ
!
»
He
looked
about
helplessly
,
and
he
rubbed
his
beard
.
And
then
he
jumped
up
and
went
quickly
out
of
the
barn
.
But
the
barn
was
alive
now
.
The
horses
stamped
and
snorted
,
and
they
chewed
the
straw
of
their
bedding
and
they
clashed
the
chains
of
their
halters
.
In
a
moment
Candy
came
back
,
and
George
was
with
him
.
George
said
,
«
What
was
it
you
wanted
to
see
me
about
?
»
Candy
pointed
at
Curley
’
s
wife
.
George
stared
.
«
What
’
s
the
matter
with
her
?
»
he
asked
.
He
stepped
closer
,
and
then
he
echoed
Candy
’
s
words
.
«
Oh
,
Jesus
Christ
!
»
He
was
down
on
his
knees
beside
her
.
He
put
his
hand
over
her
heart
.
And
finally
,
when
he
stood
up
,
slowly
and
stiffly
,
his
face
was
as
hard
and
tight
as
wood
,
and
his
eyes
were
hard
.
Candy
said
,
«
What
done
it
?
»
George
looked
coldly
at
him
.
«
Ain
’
t
you
got
any
idear
?
»
he
asked
.
And
Candy
was
silent
.
«
I
should
of
knew
,
"
George
said
hopelessly
.
«
I
guess
maybe
way
back
in
my
head
I
did
.
»
Candy
asked
,
«
What
we
gonna
do
now
,
George
?
What
we
gonna
do
now
?
»
George
was
a
long
time
in
answering
.
«
Guess
.
.
.
we
gotta
tell
the
.
.
.
guys
.
I
guess
we
gotta
get
‘
im
an
’
lock
‘
im
up
.
We
can
’
t
let
‘
im
get
away
.
Why
,
the
poor
bastard
’
d
starve
.
»
And
he
tried
to
reassure
himself
.
«
Maybe
they
’
ll
lock
‘
im
up
an
’
be
nice
to
‘
im
.
»
But
Candy
said
excitedly
,
«
We
oughta
let
‘
im
get
away
.
You
don
’
t
know
that
Curley
.
Curley
gon
’
ta
wanta
get
‘
im
lynched
.
Curley
’
ll
get
‘
im
killed
.
»
George
watched
Candy
’
s
lips
.
«
Yeah
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
«
that
’
s
right
,
Curley
will
.
An
’
the
other
guys
will
.
»
And
he
looked
back
at
Curley
’
s
wife
.
