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Coffey
's
reaction
was
remarkable
.
He
did
n't
pull
away
,
but
he
also
gasped
,
pulling
air
in
over
his
teeth
like
someone
who
has
touched
something
cold
and
unpleasant
.
His
eyes
widened
,
and
for
a
moment
he
looked
as
if
he
and
dumb
had
never
even
met
,
let
alone
got
up
together
every
morning
and
lain
down
together
every
night
.
He
had
looked
alive
--
there
--
when
he
had
wanted
me
to
come
into
his
cell
so
he
could
touch
me
.
Help
me
,
in
Coffeyspeak
.
He
had
looked
that
way
again
when
he
'd
been
holding
his
hands
out
for
the
mouse
.
Now
,
for
the
third
time
,
his
face
had
lit
up
,
as
if
a
spotlight
had
suddenly
been
turned
on
inside
his
brain
.
Except
it
was
different
this
time
.
It
was
colder
this
time
,
and
for
the
first
time
I
wondered
what
might
happen
if
John
Coffey
were
suddenly
to
run
amok
.
We
had
our
guns
,
we
could
shoot
him
,
but
actually
taking
him
down
might
not
be
easy
to
do
.
I
saw
similar
thoughts
on
Brutal
's
face
,
but
Wharton
just
went
on
grinning
his
stoned
,
loose-lipped
grin
--
'
Where
do
you
think
you
're
going
?
"
he
asked
.
It
came
out
something
like
Wherra
fink
yerr
gone
?
Coffey
stood
still
,
looking
first
at
Wharton
,
then
at
Wharton
's
hand
,
then
back
into
Wharton
's
face
.
I
could
not
read
that
expression
.
I
mean
I
could
see
the
intelligence
in
it
,
but
I
could
n't
read
it
.
As
for
Wharton
,
I
was
n't
worried
about
him
at
all
.
He
would
n't
remember
any
of
this
later
;
he
was
like
a
drunk
walking
in
a
blackout
.
"
You
're
a
bad
man
,
"
Coffey
whispered
,
and
I
could
n't
tell
what
I
heard
in
his
voice
--
pain
or
anger
or
fear
.
Maybe
all
three
.
Coffey
looked
down
at
the
hand
on
his
arm
again
,
the
way
you
might
look
at
a
bug
which
could
give
you
a
really
nasty
bite
,
had
it
a
mind
.
"
That
's
right
,
nigger
,
"
Wharton
said
with
a
bleary
,
cocky
smile
.
"
Bad
as
you
'd
want
.
"
I
was
suddenly
positive
that
something
awful
was
going
to
happen
,
something
that
would
change
the
planned
course
of
this
early
morning
as
completely
as
a
cataclysmic
earthquake
can
change
the
course
of
a
river
.
It
was
going
to
happen
,
and
nothing
I
or
any
of
us
did
would
stop
it
.
Then
Brutal
reached
down
,
plucked
Wharton
's
hand
off
John
Coffey
's
arm
,
and
that
feeling
stopped
.
It
was
as
if
some
potentially
dangerous
circuit
had
been
broken
.
I
told
you
that
in
my
time
in
E
Block
,
the
governor
's
line
never
rang
.
That
was
true
,
but
I
imagine
that
if
it
ever
had
,
I
would
have
felt
the
same
relief
that
washed
over
me
when
Brutal
removed
Wharton
's
hand
from
the
big
man
towering
beside
me
.
Coffey
's
eyes
dulled
over
at
once
;
it
was
as
if
the
searchlight
inside
his
head
had
been
turned
off
.
"
Lie
down
,
Billy
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
Take
you
some
rest
.
"
That
was
my
usual
line
of
patter
,
but
under
the
circumstances
,
I
did
n't
mind
Brutal
using
it
.
"
Maybe
I
will
,
"
Wharton
agreed
.
He
stepped
back
,
swayed
,
almost
went
over
,
and
caught
his
balance
at
the
last
second
.
"
Whoo
,
daddy
.
Whole
room
's
spinnin
around
.
Like
bein
drunk
.
"
