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"
So
talk
,
John
Coffey
,
"
I
said
,
trying
to
keep
my
voice
light
and
calm
.
For
the
first
time
since
he
'd
come
onto
E
Block
,
Coffey
looked
as
though
he
was
really
here
,
really
among
us
.
The
almost
ceaseless
trickle
of
tears
from
the
corners
of
his
eyes
had
ceased
,
at
least
for
the
time
being
,
and
I
knew
he
was
seeing
what
he
was
looking
at
--
Mr.
Paul
Edgecombe
,
E
Block
's
bull-goose
screw
,
and
not
some
place
he
wished
he
could
return
to
,
and
take
back
the
terrible
thing
he
'd
done
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
got
to
come
in
here
.
"
"
Now
,
you
know
I
ca
n't
do
that
,
"
I
said
,
still
trying
for
the
light
tone
,
"
at
least
not
right
this
minute
.
I
'm
on
my
own
here
for
the
time
being
,
and
you
outweigh
me
by
just
about
a
ton
and
a
half
.
We
've
had
us
one
hooraw
this
afternoon
,
and
that
's
enough
.
So
we
'll
just
have
us
a
chat
through
the
bars
,
if
it
's
all
the
same
to
you
,
and
--
"
"
Please
!
"
He
was
holding
the
bars
so
tightly
that
his
knuckles
were
pale
and
his
fingernails
were
white
.
His
face
was
long
with
distress
,
those
strange
eyes
sharp
with
some
need
I
could
not
understand
.
I
remember
thinking
that
maybe
I
could
've
understood
it
if
I
had
n't
been
so
sick
,
and
knowing
that
would
have
given
me
a
way
of
helping
him
through
the
rest
of
it
.
When
you
know
what
a
man
needs
,
you
know
the
man
,
more
often
than
not
.
"
Please
,
Boss
Edgecombe
!
You
have
to
come
in
!
"
That
's
the
nuttiest
thing
I
ever
heard
,
I
thought
,
and
then
realized
something
even
nuttier
:
I
was
going
to
do
it
.
I
had
my
keys
off
my
belt
and
I
was
hunting
through
them
for
the
ones
that
opened
John
Coffey
's
cell
.
He
could
have
picked
me
up
and
broken
me
over
his
knee
like
kindling
on
a
day
when
I
was
well
and
feeling
fine
,
and
this
was
n't
that
day
.
All
the
same
,
I
was
going
to
do
it
.
On
my
own
,
and
less
than
half
an
hour
after
a
graphic
demonstration
of
where
stupidity
and
laxness
could
get
you
when
you
were
dealing
with
condemned
murderers
,
I
was
going
to
open
this
black
giant
's
cell
,
go
in
,
and
sit
with
him
.
If
I
was
discovered
,
I
might
well
lose
my
job
even
if
he
did
n't
do
anything
crazy
,
but
I
was
going
to
do
it
,
just
the
same
.
Stop
,
I
said
to
myself
,
you
just
stop
now
,
Paul
.
But
I
did
n't
.
I
used
one
key
on
the
top
lock
,
another
on
the
bottom
lock
,
and
then
I
slid
the
door
back
on
its
track
.
"
You
know
,
boss
,
that
maybe
not
such
a
good
idear
,
"
Delacroix
said
in
a
voice
so
nervous
and
prissy
it
would
probably
have
made
me
laugh
under
other
circumstances
.
"
You
mind
your
business
and
I
'll
mind
mine
,
"
I
said
without
looking
around
.
My
eyes
were
fixed
on
John
Coffey
's
,
and
fixed
so
hard
they
might
have
been
nailed
there
.
It
was
like
being
hypnotized
.
My
voice
sounded
to
my
own
ears
like
something
which
had
come
echoing
down
a
long
valley
.
Hell
,
maybe
I
was
hypnotized
.
"
You
just
lie
down
and
take
you
a
rest
.
"
