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the line；〃 Brutal said。 His voice was calm； but there was no mistaking the glaze of panic in his eyes。
I looked down the hallway and saw John Coffey sitting on the end of his bunk。 His hands were clasped between his knees again； but his head was up and he no longer looked a bit sick。 He nodded at me slightly； and I surprised myself … as I had on the day I offered him my hand … by returning the nod。
〃What are we going to do？〃 Harry gibbered。 〃Oh Christ； what are we going to do？〃
〃Nothing we can do；〃 Brutal said in that same calm voice。 〃We're hung。 Aren't we； Paul？〃
My mind had begun to move very fast。 I looked at Harry and Dean； who were staring at me like scared kids。 I looked at Percy； who was standing there with his hands and jaw dangling。 Then I looked at my old friend； Brutus Howell。
〃We're going to be okay；〃 I said。
Percy at last menced coughing。 He doubled over； hands on his knees； almost retching。 His face began to turn red。 I opened my mouth； meaning to tell the others to stand back； but I never got a chance。 He made a sound that was a cross between a dry heave and a bullfrog's croak； opened his mouth； and spewed out a cloud of black； swirling stuff。 It was so thick that for a moment we couldn't see his head。 Harry said 〃Oh God save us〃 in a weak and watery voice。 Then the stuff turned a white so dazzling it was like January sun on fresh snow。 A moment later the cloud was gone。 Percy straightened slowly up and resumed his va
