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         <title>“There is a path through the willows and among the sycamores, a path beaten hard by boys coming down from the ranches to swim in the deep pool, and beaten hard by tramps who come wearily down from the highway in the evening to jungle-up near water.” Ch 1</title>
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         <title>“An’ live off the fatta the lan’,” Lennie shouted. “An’ have rabbits. Go on, George! Tell about what we’re gonna have in the garden and about the rabbits in the cages and about the rain in the winter and the stove, and how thick the cream is on the milk like you can hardly cut it. Tell about that George.”“Why’n’t you do it yourself? You know all of it.”“No…you tell it. It ain’t the same if I tell it. Go on…George. How I get to tend the rabbits.” Ch 1</title>
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         <title>“Well, we ain&#39;t got any,” George exploded. “Whatever we ain&#39;t got, that&#39;s what you want. God a&#39;mighty, if I was alone I could live so easy. I could go get a job an&#39; work, an&#39; no trouble....An&#39; whatta I got,” George went on furiously. “I got you! You can&#39;t keep a job and you lose me ever&#39; job I get. Jus&#39; keep me shovin&#39; all over the country all the time. An&#39; that ain&#39;t the worst. You get in trouble. You do bad things and I got to get you out.” Ch 1</title>
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         <title>&quot;And these shelves were loaded with little articles, soap and talcum powder, razors and those Western magazines ranch men love to read and scoff at and secretly believe.&quot; Ch 2</title>
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         <title>&quot;At about ten o’clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows, and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars.&quot; Ch 2</title>
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         <title>“We’ll have a big vegetable patch and a rabbit hutch and chickens. And when it rains in the winter, we’ll just say the hell with goin’ to work, and we’ll build up a fire in the stove and set around it an’ listen to the rain comin’ down on the roof...If I was bright, if I was even a little bit smart, I’d have my own little place, an’ I’d be bringin’ in my own crops, ‘stead of doin’ all the work and not getting what comes up outa the ground. I could build a smoke house like the one gran’pa had.” Ch 3</title>
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         <title>When Candy spoke they both jumped as though they had been caught doing something reprehensible. Candy said, “You know where’s a place like that?”George was on guard immediately. “S’pose I do,” he said. “What’s that to you?” Ch 3</title>
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