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I
looked
up
and
down
mostly
to
register
his
height
as
a
fact
and
not
an
optical
illusion
.
It
was
real
:
six
feet
,
eight
inches
.
His
weight
was
given
as
two-eighty
,
but
I
think
that
was
only
an
estimate
;
he
had
to
have
been
three
hundred
and
twenty
,
maybe
as
much
as
three
hundred
and
fifty
pounds
.
Under
the
space
for
scars
and
identifying
marks
,
one
word
had
been
blocked
out
in
the
laborious
printing
of
Magnusson
,
the
old
trusty
in
Registration
:
Numerous
.
I
looked
up
.
Coffey
had
shuffled
a
bit
to
one
side
and
I
could
see
Harry
standing
across
the
corridor
in
front
of
Delacroix
's
cell
--
he
was
our
only
other
prisoner
in
E
Block
when
Coffey
came
in
.
Del
was
a
slight
,
balding
man
with
the
worried
face
of
an
accountant
who
knows
his
embezzlement
will
soon
be
discovered
.
His
tame
mouse
was
sitting
on
his
shoulder
.
Percy
Wetmore
was
leaning
in
the
doorway
of
the
cell
which
had
just
become
John
Coffey
's
.
He
had
taken
his
hickory
baton
out
of
the
custom-made
holster
he
carried
it
in
,
and
was
tapping
it
against
one
palm
the
way
a
man
does
when
he
has
a
toy
he
wants
to
use
.
And
all
at
once
I
could
n't
stand
to
have
him
there
.
Maybe
it
was
the
unseasonable
heat
,
maybe
it
was
the
urinary
infection
heating
up
my
groin
and
making
the
itch
of
my
flannel
underwear
all
but
unbearable
,
maybe
it
was
knowing
that
the
state
had
sent
me
a
black
man
next
door
to
an
idiot
to
execute
,
and
Percy
clearly
wanted
to
hand-tool
him
a
little
first
.
Probably
it
was
all
those
things
.
Whatever
it
was
,
I
stopped
caring
about
his
political
connections
for
a
little
while
.
"
Percy
.
"
I
said
.
"
They
're
moving
house
over
in
the
infirmary
.
"
"
Bill
Dodge
is
in
charge
of
that
detail
--
"
"
I
know
he
is
,
"
I
said
.
"
Go
and
help
him
.
"
"
That
is
n't
my
job
,
"
Percy
said
.
"
This
big
lugoon
is
my
job
.
"
"
Lugoon
"
was
Percy
's
joke
name
for
the
big
ones
--
a
combination
of
lug
and
goon
.
He
resented
the
big
ones
.
He
was
n't
skinny
,
like
Harry
Terwilliger
,
but
he
was
short
.
A
banty-rooster
sort
of
guy
,
the
kind
that
likes
to
pick
fights
,
especially
when
the
odds
are
all
their
way
.
And
vain
about
his
hair
.
Could
hardly
keep
his
hands
off
it
.
"
Then
your
job
is
done
,
"
I
said
.
"
Get
over
to
the
infirmary
.
"
