Ahh page missing

[davejames]

Hi all. Im new to these forums but a longtime stephen king fan, i think the long walk is possibly the best book i have ever read, ive brought it on an extended holiday to australia with me (a year) and loaned it to a friend, unfortunately SOMEHOW a pivotal page has been ripped from the book. It is the 2 pages just before the third part "the rabbit". The furthest I have got is

One more brought out before three'o clock-shot down in the rain and windy darkness as he went down to his knees somewhere near Portsmouth.

I have scoured bookshops here in australia and it is nowhere to found, i just literally need those 2 pages im going to copy them down and sellotape them into my book when i find them, ive read this book so much and i feel quite sick actually having this page missing. If anyone has a text file of these 2 pages or would be willing just to type in those 2 pages you would be saving my life, it actually hurts me looking at the book and seeing this great scar on one of the most pivotal pages, every word of this book is so iconic and symbolic and i really am desperate, well thank you!!

[Srbo]

One more brought out before three'o clock-shot down in the rain and windy darkness as he went down to his knees somewhere near Portsmouth. Abraham, coughing steadily, walked in a hopeless glitter of fever, a kind of death-glow, a brightness that made Garraty think of streaking meteorites. He was going to burn up instead of burning out that was how tight it had gotten now.
Baker walked with steady, grim determination, trying to get rid of his warnings before they got rid of him.Garraty could just make him out through the slashing rain, limping along with his hands clenched at his sides.
And McVries was caving in. Garraty was not sure when it had begun; it might have happened in a second, while his back was turned. At one moment he had still been strong ( Garraty remembered the clamp of McVries fingers on his lower arm whn Baker had fallen) and now he was like an old man. It was unnerving.
Stebbins was Stebbins. He went on and on, like Abraham`s shoes. he seemed to be favoring one leg slightly, but it could have been Garraty`s imagination.
Of the other ten, five seemed to have drawn into that special netherworld that Olson had discovered- one step beyond pain and the comprehension of what was coming to them. They talked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn`t like to look at them. They were the walking dead.
Just before dawn, three of them went down at once. The mouth of the crowd roared and belched anew with enthusiasm as the bodies spun and thumped like chumps cut out of cordwood. To Garraty it seemed the begging of a dreadful chain reaction that might sweep through them and finish them all. But it ended. It eneded with Abraham crawling on his knees, eyes turned blindly up to the halftrack and the crowd beyond, mindless and filled with confused pain. They were the eyes of a sheep caught in a barbed wire fence. Then he fell on his face. His heavy Oxfords drummed fitfully against the wet road and then stopped.
Shortly after, the aqueous symphony of dawn began. The last day of the Walk came up wet and overcast. the wind howled down the almost-empty alley of the road like a lost dog being whipped through a strange and terrible place.


There, my friend.
This was not easy for me to do, typing with two fingers and all, so now you owe me a beer.
If there are any spelling mistakes, feel free to fix them. LOL

Enjoy.