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Brutal
opened
the
double
locks
on
the
cell
,
and
gave
John
a
gentle
push
inside
.
"
Go
on
,
now
,
big
boy
.
Rest
awhile
.
You
earned
it
.
We
'll
just
settle
Percy
's
hash
--
"
"
He
's
a
bad
man
,
"
John
said
in
a
low
,
mechanical
voice
.
"
That
's
right
,
no
doubt
,
wicked
as
a
warlock
,
"
Brutal
agreed
in
his
most
soothing
voice
,
"
but
do
n't
you
worry
a
smidge
about
him
,
we
're
not
going
to
let
him
near
you
.
You
just
ease
down
on
that
bunk
of
yours
and
I
'll
have
that
cup
of
coffee
to
you
in
no
time
.
Hot
and
strong
.
You
'll
feel
like
a
new
man
.
"
John
sat
heavily
on
his
bunk
.
I
thought
he
'd
fall
back
on
it
and
roll
to
the
wall
as
he
usually
did
,
but
he
just
sat
there
for
the
time
being
,
hands
clasped
loosely
between
his
knees
,
head
lowered
,
breathing
hard
through
his
mouth
.
The
St.
Christopher
's
medal
Melinda
had
given
him
had
fallen
out
of
the
top
of
his
shirt
and
swung
back
and
forth
in
the
air
.
He
'll
keep
you
safe
,
that
's
what
she
'd
told
him
,
but
John
Coffey
did
n't
look
a
bit
safe
.
He
looked
like
he
had
taken
Melinda
's
place
on
the
lip
of
that
grave
Harry
had
spoken
of
.
But
I
could
n't
think
about
John
Coffey
just
then
I
turned
around
to
the
others
.
"
Dean
,
get
Percy
's
pistol
and
hickory
stick
.
"
"
Okay
.
"
He
went
back
up
to
the
desk
,
unlocked
the
drawer
with
the
gun
and
the
stick
in
it
,
and
brought
them
back
.
"
Ready
?
"
I
asked
them
.
My
men
--
good
men
,
and
was
never
prouder
of
them
than
I
was
that
night
,
nodded
.
Harry
and
Dean
both
looked
nervous
;
Brutal
as
stolid
as
ever
.
"
Okay
.
I
'm
going
to
do
the
talking
.
The
less
the
rest
of
you
open
your
mouths
,
the
better
it
'll
probably
be
and
the
quicker
it
'll
probably
wrap
up
...
for
better
or
worse
.
Okay
?
"
They
nodded
again
.
I
took
a
deep
breath
and
walked
down
to
the
Green
Mile
restraint
room
.
Percy
looked
up
,
squinting
,
when
the
light
fell
on
him
.
He
was
sitting
on
the
floor
and
licking
at
the
tape
I
had
slapped
across
his
mouth
.
The
part
I
'd
wound
around
to
the
back
of
his
head
had
come
free
(
probably
the
sweat
and
brilliantine
in
his
hair
had
loosened
it
)
,
and
he
'd
gotten
a
ways
toward
getting
the
rest
off
,
as
well
.
Another
hour
and
he
would
've
been
bawling
for
help
at
the
top
of
his
lungs
.
