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firmary dope to put him on his back for forty…eight hours； and he never tasted a thing； I thought。
〃With Paul；〃 Brutal said； 〃the quality of mercy is not strained； it droppeth like the gentle rain from heaven。〃
〃Huh？〃 Percy asked； frowning。
〃Means he's a soft touch。 Always has been； always will be。 Want to play a game of Crazy Eights； Percy？〃
Percy snorted。 〃Except for Go Fish and Old Maid； that's the stupidest card…game ever made。〃
〃That's why I thought you might like a few hands；〃 Brutal said； smiling sweetly。
〃Everybody's a Wisenheimer；〃 Percy said； and sulked off into my office。 I didn't care much for the little rat parking his ass behind my desk； but I kept my mouth shut。
The clock crawled。 Twelve…twenty； twelve…thirty。 At twelve…forty； John Coffey got up off his bunk and stood at his cell door； hands grasping the bars loosely。 Brutal and I walked down to Wharton's cell and looked in。 He lay there on his bunk； smiling up at the ceiling。 His eyes were open； but they looked like big glass balls。 One hand lay on his chest； the other dangled limply off the side of his bunk； knuckles brushing the floor。
〃Gosh；〃 Brutal said； 〃from Billy the Kid to Willie the Weeper in less than an hour。 I wonder how many of those morphine pills Dean put in that tonic。〃
〃Enough；〃 I said。 There was a little tremble in my voice。 I don't know if Brutal heard it； but I sure did。 〃e on。 We're going to do it。〃
〃You don't want to wa
