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Then
Del
began
,
speaking
softly
but
quickly
in
that
Cajun
which
was
as
round
and
soft
and
sensual
as
a
young
woman
's
breast
:
"
Marie
!
le
vous
salue
,
Marie
,
oui
,
pleine
de
gr
ce
;
le
Seigneur
est
avec
vous
;
vous
tes
b
nie
entre
toutes
les
femmes
,
et
mon
cher
J
sus
,
le
fruit
de
vos
entrailles
,
est
b
ni
.
"
He
was
crying
again
,
but
I
do
n't
think
he
knew
it
.
"
Sainte
Marie
,
O
ma
mere
,
M
re
de
Dieu
,
priez
pour
moi
,
priez
pour
nous
,
pauv
"
p
cheurs
,
maint
'
ant
et
l'heure
...
l'heure
de
n
tre
mort
.
L'heure
de
mon
mort
.
"
He
took
a
deep
,
shuddering
breath
.
"
Ainsi
soit-il
.
"
Lightning
spilled
through
the
room
's
one
window
in
a
brief
blue-white
glare
as
Delacroix
got
to
his
feet
.
Everyone
jumped
and
cringed
except
for
Del
himself
;
he
still
seemed
lost
in
the
old
prayer
.
He
reached
out
with
one
hand
,
not
looking
to
see
where
it
went
.
Brutal
took
it
and
squeezed
it
briefly
.
Delacroix
looked
at
him
and
smiled
a
little
.
"
Nous
voyons
--
"
he
began
,
then
stopped
.
With
a
conscious
effort
,
he
switched
back
to
English
.
"
We
can
go
now
,
Boss
Howell
,
Boss
Edgecombe
.
I
'm
right
wit
God
,
"
"
That
's
good
,
"
I
said
,
wondering
how
right
with
God
Del
was
going
to
feel
twenty
minutes
from
now
,
when
he
stood
on
the
other
side
of
the
electricity
.
I
hoped
his
last
prayer
had
been
heard
,
and
that
Mother
Mary
was
praying
for
him
with
all
her
heart
and
soul
,
because
Eduard
Delacroix
,
rapist
and
murderer
,
right
then
needed
all
the
praying
he
could
get
his
hands
on
.
Outside
,
thunder
bashed
across
the
sky
again
.
"
Come
on
,
Del.
.
Not
far
now
.
"
"
Fine
,
boss
,
dat
fine
.
Because
I
ai
n't
ascairt
no
more
.
"
So
he
said
,
but
I
saw
in
his
eyes
that
--
Our
Father
or
no
Our
Father
,
Hail
Mary
or
no
Hail
Mary
--
he
lied
.
By
the
time
they
cross
the
rest
of
the
green
carpet
and
duck
through
the
little
door
,
almost
all
of
them
are
scared
.
"
Stop
at
the
bottom
,
Del
,
"
I
told
him
in
a
low
voice
as
he
went
through
,
but
it
was
advice
I
need
n't
have
given
him
.
He
stopped
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
,
all
right
,
stopped
cold
,
and
what
did
it
was
the
sight
of
Percy
Wetmore
standing
there
on
the
platform
,
with
the
sponge-bucket
by
one
foot
and
the
phone
that
went
to
the
governor
just
visible
beyond
his
right
hip
.
"
Non
,
"
Del
said
in
a
low
,
horrified
voice
.
"
Non
,
non
,
not
him
!
"
"
Walk
on
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
You
just
keep
your
eyes
on
me
and
Paul
.
Forget
he
's
there
at
all
.
"
"
But
--
"
People
had
turned
to
look
at
us
,
but
by
moving
my
body
a
bit
,
I
could
still
grip
Delacroix
's
left
elbow
without
being
seen
.
"
Steady
,
"
I
said
in
a
voice
only
Del
--
and
perhaps
Brutal
--
could
hear
.
"
The
only
thing
most
of
these
people
will
remember
about
you
is
how
you
go
out
,
so
give
them
something
good
.
