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l。 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 wasn'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 didn'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 didn'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 e echoing down a long valley。 Hell； maybe I was hypnotized。 〃You just lie down and take you a rest。〃
〃Christ； this place is crazy；〃 Delacroix said in a trembling voice。 〃Mr。 Jingles； I just about wish they'd fry me and be done widdit！〃
I went into Coffey's cell。 He stepped away as I stepped forward。 When he was backed up against his bunk … it hit him in the calves； that's how tall he was … he sat down on it。 He patted the mattress beside him； his eyes never once leaving mine。 I sat down there next to him； and he put his arm around my shoulders； as if we were at the movies and I was his girl。
〃What do you want； John Coffey？〃 I asked； still looking into his eyes … those sad； serene eyes。
〃Just to help；〃 he said。 He sighed like a man will when he's faced with a job he doesn't much want to do； and then he put his hand down in my crotch； on that shelf of bone a foot or so below the navel。
〃Hey！〃 I cried。 〃Get your goddam hand………〃
A jolt slammed through me then； a big painless whack of something。 It made me jerk on the cot and bow my back； made me think of Old Toot shouting that he was frying； he was frying； he was a done tom turkey。 There was no heat； no feeling of electricity； but for a moment the color seemed to jump out of everything； as if the world had been somehoade to sweat。 I could see every pore on john Coffey's face； I could see every bloodshot snap in his haunted eyes； I could see a tiny healing scrape on his chin。 I was aware that my fingers were hooked down into claws on thin air； and that my feet were drumming on the floor of Coffey's cell。
Then it was over。 So was my urinary infection。 Both the heat and the miserable throbbing pain were gone from my crotch； and the fever was likewise gone from my head。 I could still feel the sweat it had drawn out of my skin； and I could smell it； but it was gone； all right。
〃What's going on？〃 Delacroix called shrilly。 His voice still came from far away； but when John Coffey bent forward； breaking eye…contact with me； the little Cajun's voice suddenly came clear。 It was as if someone had pulled wads of cotton or a pair of shooters' plugs out of my ears。 〃What's he doing to you？〃
I didn'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 didn'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 ain'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； didn't I？〃
〃Yeah； I guess； but how？ How did you help it？〃
He shook his head … right； left； back to dead center。 He didn't know how he'd helped it （how he'd cured it） and his placid face suggested that he didn't give a rat's ass … any more than I'd give a rat's ass about the mechanics of running when I was leading in the last fifty yards of a Fourth of July Two…Miler。 I thought about asking him how he'd known I was sick in the first place； except that would undoubtedly have gotten the same headshake。 There's a phrase I read somewhere and never forgot； something about 〃an enigma wrapped in a mystery。〃 That's what John Coffey was； and I suppose the only reason he could sleep at night was because he didn't care。 Percy called him the ijit； which was cruel but not too far off the mark。 Our big boy knew his name； and knew it wasn't spelled like the drink； and that was just about all he cared to know。
As if to emphasize this for me； he shook his head m that deliberate way one more time； then lay down on his bunk with his hands clasped under his left cheek like a pillow and his face to the wall。 His legs dangled off the end of the bunk from the shins on down； but that never seemed to bother him。 The back of his shirt had pulled up； and I could see the scars that crisscrossed his skin。
I left the cell； turned the locks； then faced Delacroix； who was standing across the way with his hands wrapped around the bars of his cell； looking at me anxiously。 Perhaps even fearfully。 Mr。 Jingles perched on his shoulder with his fine ents。 〃What dat darkie…man do to you？〃 Delacroix asked。 〃Waddit gris…gris？ He th'ow some gris…gris on you？〃 Spoken in that Cajun accent of his； gris…gris rhymed with pee…pee。
〃I don't know what you're talking about； Del。〃
〃Devil you don't！ Lookit you！ All change！ Even walk different； boss！〃
I probably was walking different； at that。 There was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin； a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost eestasy … anyone who's suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I'm talking about。
〃Everything's all right； Del；〃 I insisted。 〃John Coffey had a nightmare； that's all。〃
〃He a gris…gris man！〃 Delacroix said vehemently。 There was a nestle of sweat…beads on his upper lip。 He hadn't seen much； just enough to scare him half to death。 〃He a hoodoo man！〃
〃What makes you say that？〃
Delacroix reached up and took the mouse in one hand。 He cupped it in his palm and lifted it to his face。 From his pocket； Delacroix took out a pink fragment … one of those peppermint candies。 He held it out； but at first the mouse ignored it； stretching out its neck toward the man instead； sniffing at his breath the way a person might sniff at a bouquet of flowers。 Its little oildrop eyes slitted most of the way closed in an expression that looked like ecstasy。 Delacroix kissed its nose； and the mouse