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atform； with the clamps on the legs sticking off to either side； looking like the things a person with polio would have to wear。 There wasn't much talk； and when the thunder boomed again； as sharp and personal as a splintering tree； the sister of Delacroix's victim gave a little scream。 The last person to take his seat in the witness's section was Curtis Anderson； Warden Moores's stand…in。
At eleven…thirty； I approached Delacroix's cell with Brutal and Dean walking slightly behind me。 Del was sitting on his bunk； with Mr。 Jingles in his lap。 The mouse's head was stretched forward toward the condemned man； his little oilspot eyes rapt on Del's face。 Del was stroking the top of Mr。 Jingles's head between his ears。 Large silent tears were rolling down Del's face； and it was these the mouse seemed to be peering at。 Del looked up at the sound of our footsteps。 He was very pale。 From behind me； I sensed rather than saw John Coffey standing at his cell door； watching。
Del winced at the sound of my keys clashing against metal； but held steady； continuing to stroke Mr。 Jingles's head； as I turned the locks and ran the door open。
〃Hi dere； Boss Edgebe；〃 he said。 〃Hi dere； boys。 Say hi； Mr。 Jingles。〃 But Mr。 Jingles only continued to look raptly up at the balding little man's face； as if wondering at the source of his tears。 The colored spool had been neatly laid aside in the Corona box … laid aside for the last time； I thought； and felt a pang。
〃Eduard Delac
