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Chapter 4

           Brutalgrabbedthebucketthespongehadbeeninitwasemptynow,ofcourseandchargedfortheextra-deepjanitor’ssinkinthecorner.

           "Shouldn’tIkillthejuice,Paul?"VanHaycalledthroughthemesh.Hesoundedcompletelyrattled."Shouldn’t"

           "No!"Ishoutedback.Brutalhadunderstooditfirst,butIhadn’tbeenfarbehind:wehadtofinishit.Whateverelsewemightdoinalltherestofourliveswassecondarytothatonething:wehadtofinishwithDelacroix."Roll,forChrist’ssake!Roll,roll,roll!"

           IturnedtoBrutal,hardlyawareofthepeopletalkingbehindusnow,someontheirfeet,acouplescreaming."Quitthat!"IyelledatBrutal."Nowater!Nowater!Areyounuts?"

           Brutalturnedtowardme,akindofdazedunderstandingonhisface.Throwwateronamanwhowasgettingthejuice.Ohyes.Thatwouldbeverysmart.Helookedaround,sawthechemicalfireextinguisherhangingonthewall,andgotthatinstead.Goodboy.

           ThemaskhadpeeledawayfromDelacroix’sfaceenoughtorevealfeaturesthathadgoneblackerthanJohnCoffey’s.Hiseyes,nownothingbutmisshapenglobsofwhite,filmyjelly,hadbeenblownoutoftheirsocketsandlayonhischeeks.Hiseyelashesweregone,andasIlooked,thelidsthemselvescaughtfireandbegantoburn.SmokepuffedfromtheopenVofhisshirt.Andstillthehummingoftheelectricitywentonandon,fillingmyhead,vibratinginthere.

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