what he was saying in a way that would agree with what they were seeing； and what they were seeing was black。 They thought he was confessing； that he was saying he'd had a pulsion to take those girls； rape them； and kill them。 That he'd e to his senses and tried to stop。
〃But by then it was too late；〃 Brutal murmured
〃Yes。 Except what he was really trying to tell them was that he'd found them； tried to heal them … to bring them back … and had no success。 They were too far gone in death。〃
〃Paul； do you believe that？〃 Dean asked。 〃Do you really； honest…to…God believe that？〃
I examined my heart as well as I could one final time； then nodded my head。 Not only did I know it now； there was an intuitive part of me that had known something wasn't right with John Coffey's situation from the very beginning； when Percy had e onto the block hauling on Coffey's arm and blaring 〃Dead man walking！ … at the top of his lungs。 I had shaken hands with him； hadn't I？ I had never shaken the hand of a man ing on the Green Mile before； but I had shaken Coffey's。
〃Jesus；〃 Dean said。 〃Good Jesus Christ。〃
〃Your shoe's one thing；〃 Harry said。 〃What's the other？〃
〃Not long before the posse found Coffey and the girls； the men came out of the woods near the south bank of the Trapingus River。 They found a patch of flattened…down grass there； a lot of blood； and the rest of Cora Detterick's nightie。 The dogs got confused for a bit。 Most wanted to go southeas