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hn！〃 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
