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I started to get up； and John caught my arm。 He gave me a look that was both timid and hopeful。 〃I 'member a prayer someone taught me when I 'us little〃； he said。 〃At least I think I do。 Can I say it？〃
〃You go right on and do her〃； Dean said。 〃Lots of time yet； John 。〃
John closed his eyes and frowned with concentration。 I expected now…I…lay…me…down…to…sleep； or maybe a garbled version of the Lord's prayer； but I got neither； I had never heard what he came out with before； and have never heard it again； not that either the sentiments or expressions were particularly unusual。 Holding his hands up in front of his closed eyes； John Coffey said： 〃Baby Jesus； meek and mild； pray for me； an orphan child。 Be my strength； be my friend； be with me until the end。 Amen。〃 He opened his eyes； started to get up； then looked at me closely。
I wipe my arm across my eyes。 As I listened to him； I had been thinking about Del； he had wanted to pray one more at the end； too。 Holy Mary； mother of God； pray for us sinners now； and at the hour of our death。 〃Sorry； John 。〃
〃Don't be〃； he said。 He squeezed my arm and smiled。 And then； as I'd thought he might have to do； he helped me to my feet。
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There weren't many witnesses … maybe fourteen in all； half the number that had been in the storage room for the Delacroix execution。 Homer Cribus was there； overflowing his chair as per usual； but I didn't see Deputy McGee。 Like Warden Moores； he had apparently
