ife　but　never　seen　one！〃

Behind　me；　Moores　made　a　soft　groaning　sound；　full　of　despair。

John　Coffey　paid　no　attention　to　any　of　it。　After　standing　still　for　a　moment；　as　if　to　observe　her　from　a　little　distance；　he　crossed　to　the　bed；　which　was　illuminated　by　a　single　bedside　lamp。　It　threw　a　bright　circle　of　light　on　the　white　counterpane　drawn　up　to　the　lace　at　the　throat　of　her　nightgown。　Beyond　the　bed；　in　shadow；　I　saw　the　chaise　longue　which　belonged　in　the　parlor。　An　afghan　Melly　had　knitted　with　her　own　hands　in　happier　days　lay　half　on　the　chaise　and　half　on　the　floor。　It　was　here　Hal　had　been　sleeping　…　dozing；　at　least　…　when　we　pulled　in。

As　John　approach