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Some
of
this
was
residual
fright
,
of
course
(
every
now
and
then
I
had
to
remind
myself
that
part
of
Percy
's
problem
was
that
he
was
only
twenty-one
,
not
much
older
than
Wharton
)
,
but
I
think
most
of
it
was
rage
.
He
hated
Delacroix
.
I
do
n't
know
just
why
,
but
he
did
.
"
Go
see
if
Warden
Moores
is
still
here
,
"
I
told
Percy
.
"
If
he
is
,
give
him
a
complete
verbal
report
on
what
happened
.
Tell
him
he
'll
have
my
written
report
on
his
desk
tomorrow
,
if
I
can
manage
it
.
"
Percy
swelled
visibly
at
this
responsibility
;
for
a
horrible
moment
or
two
,
I
actually
thought
he
might
salute
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
I
will
.
"
"
Begin
by
telling
him
that
the
situation
in
E
Block
is
normal
.
It
's
not
a
story
,
and
the
warden
wo
n't
appreciate
you
dragging
it
out
to
heighten
the
suspense
.
"
"
I
wo
n't
.
"
"
Okay
.
Off
you
go
.
"
He
started
for
the
door
,
then
turned
back
.
The
one
thing
you
could
count
on
with
him
was
contrariness
.
I
desperately
wanted
him
gone
,
my
groin
was
on
fire
,
and
now
he
did
n't
seem
to
want
to
go
.
"
Are
you
all
right
,
Paul
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Running
a
fever
,
maybe
?
Got
a
touch
of
the
grippe
?
Cause
there
's
sweat
all
over
your
face
.
"
"
I
might
have
a
touch
of
something
,
but
mostly
I
'm
fine
,
"
I
said
.
"
Go
on
,
Percy
,
tell
the
warden
.
"
He
nodded
and
left
--
thank
Christ
for
small
favors
.
As
soon
as
the
door
was
closed
,
I
lunged
into
my
office
.
