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"
Some
at
the
start
,
"
Dean
said
.
"
Trying
to
yell
through
the
tape
you
put
over
his
mouth
.
Cursing
,
I
believe
.
"
"
Mercy
me
,
"
Brutal
said
.
"
A
good
thing
our
tender
ears
were
elsewhere
.
"
"
Since
then
,
just
a
mulekick
at
the
door
every
once
in
awhile
,
you
know
.
"
Dean
was
so
relieved
to
see
us
that
he
was
babbling
.
His
glasses
slipped
down
to
the
end
of
his
nose
,
which
was
shiny
with
sweat
,
and
he
pushed
them
back
up
.
We
passed
Wharton
's
cell
.
That
worthless
young
man
was
flat
on
his
back
,
snoring
like
a
sousaphone
.
His
eyes
were
shut
this
time
,
all
right
.
Dean
saw
me
looking
and
laughed
.
"
No
trouble
from
that
guy
!
Has
n't
moved
since
he
laid
back
down
on
his
bunk
.
Dead
to
the
world
.
As
for
Percy
kicking
the
door
every
now
and
then
,
I
never
minded
that
a
bit
.
Was
glad
of
it
,
tell
you
the
truth
.
If
he
did
n't
make
any
noise
at
all
,
I
'd
start
wonderin
if
he
had
n't
choked
to
death
on
that
gag
you
slapped
over
his
cakehole
.
But
that
's
not
the
best
.
You
know
the
best
?
It
's
been
as
quiet
as
Ash
Wednesday
morning
in
New
Orleans
!
Nobody
's
been
down
all
night
!
"
He
said
this
last
in
a
triumphant
,
gloating
voice
.
"
We
got
away
with
it
,
boys
!
We
did
!
"
That
made
him
think
of
why
we
'd
gone
through
the
whole
comedy
in
the
first
place
,
and
he
asked
about
Melinda
.
"
She
's
fine
,
"
I
said
.
We
had
reached
John
"
s
cell
.
What
Dean
had
said
was
just
starting
to
sink
in
:
We
got
away
with
it
,
boys
...
we
did
.
"
Was
it
like
...
you
know
...
the
mouse
?
"
Dear
asked
.
He
glanced
briefly
at
the
empty
cell
when
Delacroix
had
lived
with
Mr.
Jingles
,
then
down
a
the
restraint
room
,
which
had
been
the
mouse
's
seeming
point
of
origin
.
His
voice
dropped
,
the
way
people
's
voices
do
when
they
enter
a
big
church
where
even
the
silence
seems
to
whisper
.
"
Was
it
a.
.
.
"
He
gulped
.
"
Shoot
,
you
know
what
I
mean
--
was
it
a
miracle
?
"
The
three
of
us
looked
at
each
other
briefly
,
confirming
what
we
already
knew
.
"
Brought
her
back
from
her
damn
grave
is
what
he
did
,
"
Harry
said
.
"
Yeah
,
it
was
a
miracle
,
all
right
.
"
