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"
John
,
"
I
said
.
"
Turn
around
,
big
boy
,
and
see
this
lady
.
"
He
slowly
turned
.
His
face
was
still
the
color
of
ashes
,
and
he
looked
ten
years
older
,
like
a
once
powerful
man
at
last
losing
a
long
battle
with
consumption
.
His
eyes
were
cast
down
on
his
prison
slippers
,
and
he
looked
as
if
he
wished
for
a
hat
to
wring
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
she
asked
again
.
"
What
's
your
name
?
"
"
John
Coffey
,
ma'am
,
"
he
said
,
to
which
she
immediately
replied
,
"
But
not
spelled
like
the
drink
.
"
Hal
started
beside
her
.
She
felt
it
,
and
patted
his
hand
reassuringly
without
taking
her
eyes
from
the
black
man
.
"
I
dreamed
of
you
,
"
she
said
in
a
soft
,
wondering
voice
.
"
I
dreamed
you
were
wandering
in
the
dark
,
and
so
was
I
.
We
found
each
other
.
"
John
Coffey
said
nothing
.
"
We
found
each
other
in
the
dark
,
"
she
said
.
"
Stand
up
,
Hal
,
you
're
pinning
me
in
here
.
"
He
got
up
and
watched
with
disbelief
as
she
turned
back
the
counterpane
.
"
Melly
,
you
ca
n't
--
"
"
Do
n't
be
silly
,
"
she
said
,
and
swung
her
legs
out
.
"
Of
course
I
can
.
"
She
smoothed
her
nightgown
,
stretched
,
then
got
to
her
feet
.
