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； different as they might have been in size and sex and skin color； had exactly the same eyes： woeful； sad； and distant。 Dying eyes。
〃e to bed；〃 my wife said at last。 〃e to bed with me； Paul。〃
So I did； and we made love； and when it was over she went to sleep。 As I lay there watching the moon grin and listening to the walls tick … they were at last pulling in； exchanging summer for fall … I thought about John Coffey saying he had helped it。 I helped Del's mouse。 I helped Mr。 Jingles。 He's a circus mouse。 Sure。 And maybe； I thought； we were all circus mice； running around with only the dimmest awareness that God and all His heavenly host were watching us in our Bakelite houses through our ivy…glass windows。
I slept a little as the day began to lighten … two hours； I guess； maybe three； and I slept the way I always sleep these days here in Georgia Pines and hardly ever did then； in thin little licks。 What I went to sleep thinking about was the churches youth。 The names changed； depending on the whims of my mother and her sisters； but they were all really the same； all The First Backwoods Church of Praise Jesus； The Lord Is Mighty。 In the shadow of those blunt； square steeples； the concept of atonement came up as regularly as the toll of the bell which called the faithful to worship。 Only God could forgive sins； could and did； washing them away in the agonal blood of His crucified Son； but that did not change the responsibility of His children to atone for t
