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"
I
see
it
,
"
he
said
.
Speaking
not
to
her
--
I
do
n't
think
so
,
anyway
--
but
to
himself
.
"
I
see
it
,
and
I
can
help
.
Hold
still
...
hold
right
still
...
"
Closer
he
bent
,
and
closer
still
.
For
a
moment
his
huge
face
stopped
less
than
two
inches
from
hers
.
He
raised
one
hand
off
to
the
side
,
fingers
splayed
,
as
if
telling
something
to
wait
...
just
wait
...
and
then
he
lowered
his
face
again
.
His
broad
,
smooth
lips
pressed
against
hers
and
forced
them
open
.
For
a
moment
I
could
see
one
of
her
eyes
,
staring
up
past
Coffey
,
filling
with
an
expression
of
what
seemed
to
be
surprise
.
Then
his
smooth
bald
head
moved
,
and
that
was
gone
,
too
.
There
was
a
soft
whistling
sound
as
he
inhaled
the
air
which
lay
deep
within
her
lungs
.
That
was
all
for
a
second
or
two
,
and
then
the
floor
moved
under
us
and
the
whole
house
moved
around
us
.
It
was
n't
my
imagination
;
they
all
felt
it
,
they
all
remarked
on
it
later
.
It
was
a
kind
of
rippling
thump
.
There
was
a
crash
as
something
very
heavy
fell
over
in
the
parlor
--
the
grandfather
clock
,
it
turned
out
to
be
.
Hal
Moores
tried
to
have
it
repaired
,
but
it
never
kept
time
for
more
than
fifteen
minutes
at
a
stretch
again
.
Closer
by
there
was
a
crack
followed
by
a
tinkle
as
the
pane
of
glass
through
which
the
moon
had
been
peeking
broke
.
A
picture
on
the
wall
--
a
clipper
ship
cruising
one
of
the
seven
seas
--
fell
off
its
hook
and
crashed
to
the
floor
;
the
glass
over
its
front
shattered
.
I
smelled
something
hot
and
saw
smoke
rising
from
the
bottom
of
the
white
counterpane
which
covered
her
.
A
portion
was
turning
black
,
down
by
the
jittering
lump
that
was
her
right
foot
.
Feeling
like
a
man
in
a
dream
,
I
shook
free
of
Moores
's
hand
and
stepped
to
the
night-table
.
There
was
a
glass
of
water
there
,
surrounded
by
three
or
four
bottles
of
pills
which
had
fallen
over
during
the
shake
.
I
picked
up
the
water
and
dumped
it
on
the
place
that
was
smoking
.
There
was
a
hiss
.
John
Coffey
went
on
kissing
her
in
that
deep
and
intimate
way
,
inhaling
and
inhaling
,
one
hand
still
held
out
,
the
other
on
the
bed
,
propping
up
his
immense
weight
.
The
fingers
were
splayed
;
the
hand
looked
to
me
like
a
brown
starfish
.
Suddenly
,
her
back
arched
.
One
of
her
own
hands
flailed
out
in
the
air
,
the
fingers
clenching
and
unclenching
in
a
series
of
spasms
.
Her
feet
drummed
against
the
bed
.
Then
something
screamed
.
Again
,
that
's
not
just
me
;
the
other
men
heard
it
,
as
well
.
To
Brutal
it
sounded
like
a
wolf
or
coyote
with
its
leg
caught
in
a
trap
.
To
me
it
sounded
like
an
eagle
,
the
way
you
'd
sometimes
hear
them
on
still
mornings
back
then
,
cruising
down
through
the
misty
cuts
with
their
wings
stiffly
spread
.
Outside
,
the
wind
gusted
hard
enough
to
give
the
house
a
second
shake
--
and
that
was
strange
,
you
know
,
because
until
then
there
had
been
no
wind
to
speak
of
at
all
.
John
Coffey
pulled
away
from
her
,
and
I
saw
that
her
face
had
smoothed
out
.
The
right
side
of
her
mouth
no
longer
drooped
.
Her
eyes
had
regained
their
normal
shape
,
and
she
looked
ten
years
younger
.
He
regarded
her
raptly
for
a
moment
or
two
,
and
then
he
began
to
cough
.
He
turned
his
head
so
as
not
to
cough
in
her
face
,
lost
his
balance
(
which
was
n't
hard
;
big
as
he
was
,
he
'd
been
sitting
with
his
butt
halfway
off
the
side
of
the
bed
to
start
with
)
,
and
went
down
onto
the
floor
.
There
was
enough
of
him
to
give
the
house
a
third
shake
.
