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And
with
that
we
had
to
be
content
.
I
had
known
the
little
door
between
the
office
and
the
steps
down
to
the
storage
room
had
n't
been
built
with
the
likes
of
Coffey
in
mind
,
but
I
had
n't
realized
how
great
the
disparity
was
until
he
stood
before
it
,
looking
at
it
thoughtfully
.
Harry
laughed
,
but
John
himself
seemed
to
see
no
humor
in
the
big
man
standing
in
front
of
the
little
door
.
He
would
n't
have
,
of
course
;
even
if
he
'd
been
quite
a
few
degrees
brighter
than
he
was
,
he
would
n't
have
.
He
'd
been
that
big
man
for
most
of
his
life
,
and
this
door
was
just
a
scrap
littler
than
most
.
He
sat
down
,
scooted
through
it
that
way
,
stood
up
again
,
and
went
down
the
stairs
to
where
Brutal
was
waiting
for
him
.
There
he
stopped
,
looking
across
the
empty
room
at
the
platform
where
Old
Sparky
waited
,
as
silent
--
and
as
eerie
--
as
the
throne
m
the
castle
of
a
dead
king
.
The
cap
hung
with
hollow
jauntiness
from
one
of
the
back-posts
,
looking
less
like
a
king
's
crown
than
a
jester
's
cap
,
however
,
something
a
fool
would
wear
,
or
shake
to
make
his
high-born
audience
laugh
harder
at
his
jokes
.
The
chair
's
shadow
,
elongated
and
spidery
,
climbed
one
wall
like
a
threat
.
And
yes
,
I
thought
I
could
still
smell
burned
flesh
in
the
air
.
It
was
faint
,
but
I
thought
it
was
more
than
just
my
imagination
.
Harry
ducked
through
the
door
,
then
me
.
I
did
n't
like
the
frozen
,
wide-eyed
way
John
was
looking
at
Old
Sparky
.
Even
less
did
I
like
what
I
saw
on
his
arms
when
I
got
close
to
him
:
goosebumps
.
"
Come
on
,
big
boy
,
"
I
said
.
I
took
his
wrist
and
attempted
to
pull
him
in
the
direction
of
the
door
leading
down
to
the
tunnel
.
At
first
he
would
n't
go
,
and
I
might
as
well
have
been
trying
to
pull
a
boulder
out
of
the
ground
with
my
bare
hands
.
"
Come
on
,
John
,
we
got
ta
go
,
"
less
you
want
the
coach-and-four
to
turn
back
into
a
pumpkin
,
"
Harry
said
,
giving
his
nervous
laugh
again
.
He
took
John
's
other
arm
and
tugged
,
but
John
still
would
n't
come
.
And
then
he
said
something
in
a
low
and
dreaming
voice
.
It
was
n't
me
he
was
speaking
to
,
it
was
n't
any
of
us
,
but
I
have
still
never
forgotten
it
.
"
They
're
still
in
there
.
Pieces
of
them
,
still
in
there
.
I
hear
them
screaming
.
"
Harry
's
nervous
chuckles
ceased
,
leaving
him
with
a
smile
that
hung
on
his
mouth
like
a
crooked
shutter
hangs
on
an
empty
house
.
Brutal
gave
me
a
look
that
was
almost
terrified
,
and
stepped
away
from
John
Coffey
.
For
the
second
time
in
less
than
five
minutes
,
I
sensed
the
whole
enterprise
on
the
verge
of
collapse
.
This
time
I
was
the
one
who
stepped
in
;
when
disaster
threatened
a
third
time
,
a
little
later
on
,
it
would
be
Harry
.
We
all
got
our
chance
that
night
,
believe
me
.
