第62部分(第4/7 页)

　I　agreed；　smiling。

〃John　Coffey　touched　the　mouse　the　way　he　touched　you。　He　didn't　just　make　you　better　of　what　was　wrong　with　you　then；　he　made　you　。。。　what；　resistant？〃

〃That's　as　good　a　word　as　any；　I　think。〃

〃Resistant　to　the　things　that　eventually　bring　the　rest　of　us　down　like　trees　with　termites　in　them。　You　。。。　and　him。　Mr。　Jingles。　When　he　cupped　Mr。　Jingles　in　his　hands。〃

〃That's　right。　Whatever　power　worked　through　John　did　that　…　that's　what　I　think；　anyway　…　and　now　it's　finally　wearing　off。　The　termites　have　chewed　their　way　through　our　bark。　It　took　a　little　longer　than　it　does　ordinarily；　but　they　got　there。　I　may　have　a　few　more　years；　men　still　live　longer　than　mice；　I　guess；　but　Mr。　Jingles's　time　is　just　about　up。〃

He　reached　the　spool；　limped　around　it；　fell　over　on　his　side；　breathing　rapidly　（we　could　see　his　respiration　moving　through　his　gray　fur　like　ripples）；　then　got　up　and　began　to　push　it　gamely　back　with　his　nose。　His　fur　was　gray；　his　gait　was　unsteady；　but　the　oilspots　that　were　his　eyes　gleamed　as　brightly　as　ever。

〃You　think　he　wanted　you　to　write　what　you　have　written；'。；　she　said。　〃Is　that　so；　Paul？〃

〃Not　Mr。　Jingles；〃　I　said。　〃Not　him　but　the　force　that　…　〃

〃Why；　Paulie！　And　Elaine　Connelly；　too！〃　a　voice　cried　from　the　open　door。　It　was　loaded　with　a　kind　of　satiric　horror。　〃As　I　live　and　breathe！　What　in　the　goodness　can　you　two　be　doing　here？〃

I　turned；　not　at　all　surprised　to　see　Brad　Dolan　there　in　the　doorway。　He　was　grinning　as　a　man　only　does　when　he　feels　he's　fooled　you　right　good　and　proper。　How　far　down　the　road　had　he　driven　after　his　shift　was　over？　Maybe　only　as　far　as　The　Wrangler　for　a　beer　or　two　and　maybe　a　lap…dance　before　ing　back。

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