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； then；〃 Brutal said in that same low voice。 〃We don't hate you … can you feel that？〃
〃Yes； boss。〃 But his voice was trembling worse now； and his eyes had begun to leak their slow tears again。
〃Kill him twice； you boys！〃 Marjorie Detterick suddenly screamed。 Her ragged； strident voice was like a slap。 John cringed against me and moaned。 〃You go on and kill that raping baby…killer twice； that'd be just fine！〃
Klaus； still looking like a man dreaming awake； pulled her against his shoulder。 She began to sob。
I saw with dismay that Harry Terwilliger was crying； too。 So far none of the spectators had seen his tears … his back was to them … but he was crying； all right。 Still； what could we do？ Besides push on with it； I mean？
Brutal and I turned John around。 Brutal pressed on one of the big man's shoulders and John sat。 He gripped Sparky's wide oak arms； his eyes moving from side to side； his tongue darting out to wet first one corner of his mouth； then the other。
Harry and I dropped to our knees。 The day before； we'd had one of the shop…trusties weld temporary flexible extensions to the chair's ankle clamps； because John Coffey's ankles were nigh on the size of an ordinary fellow's calves。 Still； I had a nightmarish moment when I thought they were still going to e up small； and we'd have to take him back to his cell while Sam Broderick； who was head of the shop guys in those days； was found and tinkered some more。 I gave a final； extra…ha
