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"
Oh
my
suds
and
body
,
a
history
lesson
!
"
Brutal
exclaimed
,
and
shoved
Wharton
out
of
his
cell
.
"
A
feller
just
never
knows
what
he
's
going
to
get
when
he
clocks
in
here
,
only
that
it
's
apt
to
be
nice
.
But
with
so
many
nice
people
like
you
around
,
I
guess
that
kind
of
stands
to
reason
,
do
n't
it
?
And
you
know
what
?
Pretty
soon
you
'll
be
history
yourself
,
Wild
Bill
.
Meantime
,
you
get
on
down
the
hall
.
We
got
a
room
for
you
.
Kind
of
a
cooling-off
room
.
"
Wharton
gave
a
furious
,
inarticulate
scream
and
threw
himself
at
Brutal
,
even
though
he
was
snugly
buckled
into
the
coat
now
,
and
his
arms
were
wrapped
around
behind
him
.
Percy
made
to
draw
his
baton
--
the
Wetmore
Solution
for
all
of
life
's
problems
--
and
Dean
put
a
hand
on
his
wrist
.
Percy
gave
him
a
puzzled
,
half-indignant
look
,
as
if
to
say
that
after
what
Wharton
had
done
to
Dean
,
Dean
should
be
the
last
person
in
the
world
to
want
to
hold
him
back
.
Brutal
pushed
Wharton
backward
.
I
caught
him
and
pushed
him
to
Harry
.
And
Harry
propelled
him
on
down
the
Green
Mile
,
past
the
gleeful
Delacroix
and
the
impassive
Coffey
.
Wharton
ran
to
keep
from
falling
on
his
face
,
spitting
curses
the
whole
way
.
Spitting
them
the
way
a
welder
's
torch
spits
sparks
.
We
banged
him
into
the
last
cell
on
the
right
while
Dean
,
Harry
,
and
Percy
(
who
for
once
was
n't
complaining
about
being
unfairly
overworked
)
yanked
all
of
the
crap
out
of
the
restraint
room
.
While
they
did
that
,
I
had
a
brief
conversation
with
Wharton
.
"
You
think
you
're
tough
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
maybe
you
are
,
sonny
,
but
in
here
tough
do
n't
matter
.
Your
stampeding
days
are
over
.
If
you
take
it
easy
on
us
,
we
'll
take
it
easy
on
you
.
If
you
make
it
hard
,
you
'll
die
in
the
end
just
the
same
,
only
we
'll
sharpen
you
like
a
pencil
before
you
go
.
"
"
You
're
gon
na
be
so
happy
to
see
the
end
of
me
,
"
Wharton
said
in
a
hoarse
voice
.
He
was
struggling
against
the
straitjacket
even
though
he
must
have
known
it
would
do
no
good
,
and
his
face
was
as
red
as
a
tomato
.
"
And
until
I
'm
gone
,
I
'll
make
your
lives
miserable
.
"
He
bared
his
teeth
at
me
like
an
angry
baboon
.
"
If
that
's
all
you
want
,
to
make
our
lives
miserable
,
you
can
quit
now
,
because
you
've
already
succeeded
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
But
as
far
as
your
time
on
the
Mile
goes
,
Wharton
,
we
do
n't
care
if
you
spend
all
of
it
in
the
room
with
the
soft
walls
.
And
you
can
wear
that
damned
nut-coat
until
your
arms
gangrene
from
lack
of
circulation
and
fall
right
off
.
"
He
paused
.
"
No
one
much
comes
down
here
,
you
know
.
And
if
you
think
anyone
gives
much
of
a
shit
what
happens
to
you
,
one
way
or
another
,
you
best
reconsider
.
To
the
world
in
general
,
you
're
already
one
dead
outlaw
.
"
Wharton
was
studying
Brutal
carefully
,
and
the
color
was
fading
out
of
his
face
.
"
Lem
me
out
of
it
,
"
he
said
in
a
placatory
voice
--
a
voice
too
sane
and
too
reasonable
to
trust
.
"
I
'll
be
good
.
Honest
Injun
.
"
Harry
appeared
in
the
cell
doorway
.
The
end
of
the
corridor
looked
like
a
rummage
sale
,
but
we
'd
set
things
to
rights
with
good
speed
once
we
got
started
.
We
had
before
;
we
knew
the
drill
.
"
All
ready
,
"
Harry
said
.
