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nd go back without giving it the old college try。〃
Only I had been ready to do just that three minutes before。 Brutal； too。
John Coffey took the play out of our hands。 He pushed into the entry and past Moores； who raised a single strengthless hand to stop him （it trailed across Coffey's hip and fell off； I'm sure the big man never even felt it）； and then shuffled down the hall toward the living room； the kitchen beyond it； and the back bedroom beyond that where that shrill unrecognizable voice raised itself again： 〃You stay out of here！
〃Whoever you are； just stay out！ I'm not dressed； my tits are out and my bitchbox is taking the breeze！〃
John paid no attention； just went stolidly along； head bent so he wouldn't smash any of the light fixtures； his round brown skull gleaming； his hands swinging at his sides。 After a moment we followed him； me first； Brutal and Hal side by side； and Harry bringing up the rear。 I understood one thing perfectly well： it was all out of our hands now； and in John's。
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The woman in the back bedroom； propped up against the headboard and staring wall…eyed at the giant who had e into her muddled sight； didn't look at all like the Melly Moores I had known for twenty years； she didn't even look like the Melly Moores Janice and I had visited shortly before Delacroix's execution。 The woman propped up in that bed looked like a sick child got up as a Halloween witch。 Her livid skin was a hanging dough of wrinkles。
