l too human。
Delacroix screamed with horror and grief。 He threw himself at the door of his cell and thrust his arms out through the bars； reaching as far as he could； crying the mouse's name over and over。
Percy turned toward him； smiling。 Toward me and Brutal； as well。 〃There；〃 he said。 〃I knew I'd get him； sooner or later。 just a matter of time； really。〃 He turned and walked back up the Green Mile； leaving Mr。 Jingles lying on the linoleum； his spreading blood red over green。
Dean got up from the duty desk； hitting the side of it with his knee and knocking the cribbage board to the floor。 The pegs spilled out of their holes and rolled in all directions。 Neither Dean nor Harry； who had been just about to go out； paid the slightest attention to the overturn of the game。 〃What'd you do this time？〃 Dean shouted at Percy。 〃What the hell'd you do this time； you stoopnagel？〃
Percy didn't answer。 He strode past the desk without saying a word； patting his hair with his fingers。 He went through my office and into the storage shed。 William Wharton answered for him。 〃Boss Dean？ I think what he did was teach a certain french…fry it ain't smart to laugh at him；〃 he said； and then began to laugh himself。 It was a good laugh； a country laugh； cheery and deep。 There were people I met during that period of my life （very scary people； for the most part） who only sounded normal when they laughed。 Wild Bill Wharton was one of those。
I looked down at the mouse