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John Steinbeck

Copyright John Steinbeck, 1937.
Copyright renewed by John Steinbeck, 1965.

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few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside
bank and runs deep and green. The water is warm too, for it has slipped
twinkling over the yellow sands in the sunlight before reaching the narrow pool.
On one side of the river the golden…

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Lennie continued to snort into the pool. The small man leaned over and shook
him by the shoulder. "Lennie. You gonna be sick like you was last night."
Lennie dipped his whole head under, hat and all, and then he sat up on the
bank and his hat dripped down…

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He looked down at the ground in despair.
"You never had none, you crazy bastard. I got both of `em here. Think I'd let
you carry your own work card?"
Lennie grinned with relief. "I . . . . I thought I put it in my side pocket." His

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us, but they didn't catch us."
Lennie giggled happily. "I didn't forget that, you bet."
George lay back on the sand and crossed his hands under his head, and
Lennie imitated him, raising his head to see whether he was doing it right.
"God, you're a lot of trouble," said…

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George stood up and threw the mouse as far as he could into the darkening
brush, and then he stepped to the pool and washed his hands. "You crazy fool.
Don't you think I could see your feet was wet where you went acrost the river to
get it?" He…

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to a shout. "You crazy son-of-a-bitch. You keep me in hot water all the time."
He took on the elaborate manner of little girls when they are mimicking one
another. "Jus' wanted to feel that girl's dress--jus' wanted to pet it like it was a
mouse--Well, how the hell did…

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George's voice became deeper. He repeated his words rhythmically as
though he had said them many times before. "Guys like us, that work on
ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no fambly. They don't
belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a…

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"But you ain't gonna get in no trouble, because if you do, I won't let you
tend the rabbits." He threw his empty bean can off into the brush.
"I won't get in no trouble, George. I ain't gonna say a word
"O.K. Bring your bindle over here by the…

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he bunk house was a long, rectangular building. Inside, the walls were
whitewashed and the floor unpainted. In three walls there were small, square
windows, and in the fourth, a solid door with a wooden latch. Against the walls
were eight bunks, five of them made up with blankets and…


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