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He
landed
on
his
knees
and
hung
his
head
over
,
coughing
like
a
man
in
the
last
stages
of
TB
.
I
thought
,
Now
the
bugs
.
He
's
going
to
cough
them
out
,
and
what
a
lot
there
'll
be
this
time
.
But
he
did
n't
.
He
only
went
on
coughing
in
deep
retching
barks
,
hardly
finding
time
between
fits
to
snatch
in
the
next
breath
of
air
.
His
dark
,
chocolatey
skin
was
graying
out
.
Alarmed
,
Brutal
went
to
him
,
dropped
to
one
knee
beside
him
,
and
put
an
arm
across
his
broad
,
spasming
back
.
As
if
Brutal
's
moving
had
broken
a
spell
,
Moores
went
to
his
wife
's
bed
and
sat
where
Coffey
had
sat
.
He
hardly
seemed
to
register
the
coughing
,
choking
giant
's
presence
at
all
.
Although
Coffey
was
kneeling
at
his
very
feet
,
Moores
had
eyes
only
for
his
wife
,
who
was
gazing
at
him
with
amazement
.
Looking
at
her
was
like
looking
at
a
dirty
mirror
which
has
been
wiped
clean
.
"
John
!
"
Brutal
shouted
.
"
Sick
it
up
!
Sick
it
up
like
you
done
before
!
"
John
went
on
barking
those
choked
coughs
.
His
eyes
were
wet
,
not
with
tears
but
with
strain
.
Spit
flew
from
his
mouth
in
a
fine
spray
,
but
nothing
else
came
out
.
Brutal
whammed
him
on
the
back
a
couple
of
times
,
then
looked
around
at
me
.
"
He
's
choking
!
Whatever
he
sucked
out
of
her
,
he
's
choking
on
it
!
"
I
started
forward
.
Before
I
got
two
steps
,
John
knee-walked
away
from
me
and
into
the
corner
of
the
room
,
still
coughing
harshly
and
dragging
for
each
breath
.
He
laid
his
forehead
against
the
wallpaper
--
wild
red
roses
overspreading
a
garden
wall
--
and
made
a
gruesome
deep
hacking
sound
,
as
if
he
were
trying
to
vomit
up
the
lining
of
his
own
throat
.
That
'll
bring
the
bugs
if
anything
can
,
I
remember
thinking
,
but
there
was
no
sign
of
them
.
All
the
same
,
his
coughing
fit
seemed
to
ease
a
little
.
"
I
'm
all
right
,
boss
,
"
he
said
,
still
leaning
with
his
forehead
against
the
wild
roses
.
His
eyes
remained
closed
.
I
'm
not
sure
how
he
knew
I
was
there
,
but
he
clearly
did
.
"
Honest
I
am
.
See
to
the
lady
.
"
I
looked
at
him
doubtfully
,
then
turned
to
the
bed
.
Hal
was
stroking
Melly
's
brow
,
and
I
saw
an
amazing
thing
above
it
:
some
of
her
hair
--
not
very
much
,
but
some
--
had
gone
back
to
black
.
