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I
did
n't
answer
.
Coffey
was
bent
forward
over
his
own
lap
with
his
face
working
and
his
throat
bulging
.
His
eyes
were
bulging
,
too
.
He
looked
like
a
man
with
a
chicken
bone
caught
in
his
throat
.
"
John
!
"
I
said
.
I
clapped
him
on
the
back
;
it
was
all
I
could
think
of
to
do
.
"
John
,
what
's
wrong
?
"
He
hitched
under
my
hand
,
then
made
an
unpleasant
gagging
,
retching
sound
.
His
mouth
opened
the
way
horses
sometimes
open
their
mouths
to
allow
the
bit
--
reluctantly
,
with
the
lips
peeling
back
from
the
teeth
in
a
kind
of
desperate
sneer
.
Then
his
teeth
parted
,
too
,
and
he
exhaled
a
cloud
of
tiny
black
insects
that
looked
like
gnats
or
noseeums
.
They
swirled
furiously
between
his
knees
,
turned
white
,
and
disappeared
.
Suddenly
all
the
strength
went
out
of
my
middsection
.
It
was
as
if
the
muscles
there
had
turned
to
water
.
I
slumped
back
against
the
stone
side
of
Coffey
's
cell
.
I
remember
thinking
the
name
of
the
Savior
--
Christ
,
Christ
,
Christ
,
over
and
over
,
like
that
--
and
I
remember
thinking
that
the
fever
had
driven
me
delirious
.
That
was
all
.
Then
I
became
aware
that
Delacroix
was
bawling
for
help
;
he
was
telling
the
world
that
John
Coffey
was
killing
me
,
and
telling
it
at
the
top
of
his
lungs
.
Coffey
was
bending
over
me
,
all
right
,
but
only
to
make
sure
I
was
okay
.
"
Shut
up
,
Del
,
"
I
said
,
and
got
on
my
feet
.
I
waited
for
the
pain
to
rip
into
my
guts
,
but
it
did
n't
happen
.
I
was
better
.
Really
.
There
was
a
moment
of
dizziness
,
but
that
passed
even
before
I
was
able
to
reach
out
and
grab
the
bars
of
Coffey
's
cell
door
for
balance
.
"
I
'm
totally
okey-doke
.
"
"
You
get
on
outta
here
,
"
Delacroix
said
,
sounding
like
a
nervy
old
woman
telling
a
kid
to
climb
down
out
of
that-ere
apple
tree
.
"
You
ai
n't
suppose
to
be
in
there
wit
no
one
else
on
the
block
.
"
I
looked
at
John
Coffey
,
who
sat
on
the
bunk
with
his
huge
hands
on
the
tree
stumps
of
his
knees
.
John
Coffey
looked
back
at
me
.
He
had
to
tilt
his
head
up
a
little
,
but
not
much
.
"
What
did
you
do
,
big
boy
?
"
I
asked
in
a
low
voice
.
"
What
did
you
do
to
me
?
"
"
Helped
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
helped
it
,
did
n't
I
?
"
