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Whatever
it
was
,
it
was
gone
in
a
hurry
,
replaced
by
a
look
of
lively
,
irrational
interest
.
That
unspeakable
mouth
trembled
in
what
might
have
been
a
smile
.
"
Oh
,
so
big
!
"
she
cried
.
She
sounded
like
a
little
girl
just
coming
down
with
a
bad
throat
infection
.
She
took
her
hands
--
as
spongy-white
as
her
face
--
out
from
under
the
counterpane
and
patted
them
together
.
"
Pull
down
your
pants
!
I
've
heard
about
nigger-cocks
my
whole
life
but
never
seen
one
!
"
Behind
me
,
Moores
made
a
soft
groaning
sound
,
full
of
despair
.
John
Coffey
paid
no
attention
to
any
of
it
.
After
standing
still
for
a
moment
,
as
if
to
observe
her
from
a
little
distance
,
he
crossed
to
the
bed
,
which
was
illuminated
by
a
single
bedside
lamp
.
It
threw
a
bright
circle
of
light
on
the
white
counterpane
drawn
up
to
the
lace
at
the
throat
of
her
nightgown
.
Beyond
the
bed
,
in
shadow
,
I
saw
the
chaise
longue
which
belonged
in
the
parlor
.
An
afghan
Melly
had
knitted
with
her
own
hands
in
happier
days
lay
half
on
the
chaise
and
half
on
the
floor
.
It
was
here
Hal
had
been
sleeping
--
dozing
,
at
least
--
when
we
pulled
in
.
As
John
approached
,
her
expression
underwent
a
third
change
.
Suddenly
I
saw
Melly
,
whose
kindness
had
meant
so
much
to
me
over
the
years
,
and
even
more
to
Janice
when
the
kids
had
flown
from
the
nest
and
she
had
been
left
feeling
so
alone
and
useless
and
blue
.
Melly
was
still
interested
,
but
now
her
interest
seemed
sane
and
aware
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
she
asked
in
a
clear
,
reasonable
voice
.
"
And
why
have
you
so
many
scars
on
your
hands
and
arms
?
Who
hurt
you
so
badly
?
"
"
I
do
n't
hardly
remember
where
they
all
come
from
,
ma'am
,
"
John
Coffey
said
in
a
humble
voice
,
and
sat
down
beside
her
on
her
bed
.
Melinda
smiled
as
well
as
she
could
--
the
sneering
right
side
of
her
mouth
trembled
,
but
would
n't
quite
come
up
.
She
touched
a
white
scar
,
curved
like
a
scimitar
,
on
the
back
of
his
left
hand
.
"
What
a
blessing
that
is
!
Do
you
understand
why
?
"
"
Reckon
if
you
do
n't
know
who
hurt
you
or
dog
you
down
,
it
do
n't
keep
you
up
nights
,
"
John
Coffey
said
in
his
almost-Southern
voice
.
