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The
shirt
was
open
to
below
his
chest
,
and
the
sleeves
stopped
somewhere
on
his
forearms
.
He
was
holding
his
cap
in
one
huge
hand
,
which
was
just
as
well
;
perched
on
his
bald
mahogany
ball
of
a
head
,
it
would
have
looked
like
the
kind
of
cap
an
organgrinder
's
monkey
wears
,
only
blue
instead
of
red
.
He
looked
like
he
could
have
snapped
the
chains
that
held
him
as
easily
as
you
might
snap
the
ribbons
on
a
Christmas
present
,
but
when
you
looked
in
his
face
,
you
knew
he
was
n't
going
to
do
anything
like
that
.
It
was
n't
dull-although
that
was
what
Percy
thought
,
it
was
n't
long
before
Percy
was
calling
him
the
ijit
--
but
lost
.
He
kept
looking
around
as
if
to
make
out
where
he
was
.
Maybe
even
who
he
was
.
My
first
thought
was
that
he
looked
like
a
black
Samson
...
only
after
Delilah
had
shaved
him
smooth
as
her
faithless
little
hand
and
taken
all
the
fun
out
of
him
.
"
Dead
man
walking
!
"
Percy
trumpeted
,
hauling
on
that
bear
of
a
man
's
wristcuff
,
as
if
he
really
believed
he
could
move
him
if
Coffey
decided
he
did
n't
want
to
move
anymore
on
his
own
.
Harry
did
n't
say
anything
,
but
he
looked
embarrassed
.
"
Dead
man
--
"
"
That
'll
be
enough
of
that
,
"
I
said
.
I
was
in
what
was
going
to
be
Coffey
's
cell
,
sitting
on
his
bunk
.
I
'd
known
he
was
coming
,
of
course
,
was
there
to
welcome
him
and
take
charge
of
him
,
but
had
no
idea
of
the
man
's
pure
size
until
I
saw
him
.
Percy
gave
me
a
look
that
said
we
all
knew
I
was
an
asshole
(
except
for
the
big
dummy
,
of
course
,
who
only
knew
how
to
rape
and
murder
little
girls
)
,
but
he
did
n't
say
anything
.
The
three
of
them
stopped
outside
the
cell
door
,
which
was
standing
open
on
its
track
.
I
nodded
to
Harry
,
who
said
:
"
Are
you
sure
you
want
to
be
in
there
with
him
,
boss
?
"
I
did
n't
often
hear
Harry
Terwilliger
sound
nervous
--
he
'd
been
right
there
by
my
side
during
the
riots
of
six
or
seven
years
before
and
had
never
wavered
,
even
when
the
rumors
that
some
of
them
had
guns
began
to
circulate
--
but
he
sounded
nervous
then
.
"
Am
I
going
to
have
any
trouble
with
you
,
big
boy
?
"
I
asked
,
sitting
there
on
the
bunk
and
trying
not
to
look
or
sound
as
miserable
as
I
felt
--
that
urinary
infection
I
mentioned
earlier
was
n't
as
bad
as
it
eventually
got
,
but
it
was
no
day
at
the
beach
,
let
me
tell
you
.
Coffey
shook
his
head
slowly
--
once
to
the
left
,
once
to
the
right
,
then
back
to
dead
center
.
Once
his
eyes
found
me
,
they
never
left
me
.
Harry
had
a
clipboard
with
Coffey
's
forms
on
it
in
one
hand
.
"
Give
it
to
him
,
"
I
said
to
Harry
"
Put
it
in
his
hand
.
"
Harry
did
.
The
big
mutt
took
it
like
a
sleepwalker
.
"
Now
bring
it
to
me
,
big
boy
,
"
I
said
,
and
Coffey
did
,
his
chains
jingling
and
rattling
.
He
had
to
duck
his
head
just
to
enter
the
cell
.
