Duribility

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Then Curley's rage exploded. "Come on, ya big bastard. Get up on
your feet. No big son-of-a-bitch is gonna laugh at me. I'll show ya
who's yella."
 Lennie looked helplessly at George, and then he got up and tried
to retreat. Curley was balanced and poised. He slashed at Lennie
with his left, and then smashed down his nose with a right.
Lennie gave a cry of terror. Blood welled from his nose. "George,"
he cried. "Make 'um let me alone, George." He backed until he was
against the wall, and Curley followed, slugging him in the face.
Lennie's hands remained at his sides; he was too frightened to
defend himself.
 George was on his feet yelling, "Get him, Lennie. Don't let him do
it."
 Lennie covered his face with his huge paws and bleated with
terror. He cried, "Make 'um stop, George." Then Curley attacked
his stomach and cut off his wind.
 Slim jumped up. "The dirty little rat," he cried, "I'll get 'um
myself."
 George put out his hand and grabbed Slim. "Wait a minute," he
shouted. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, "Get
'em, Lennie! "
 Lennie took his hands away from his face and looked about for
George, and Curley slashed at his eyes. The big face was covered
with blood. George yelled again, "I said get him."