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Her
jaw
was
shattered
.
They
had
to
wire
it
together
.
She
wept
through
her
pain
.
'
Father
,
Father
,
why
did
they
do
it
?
Why
did
they
do
this
to
me
?
'
And
I
wept
.
"
Bonasera
could
not
speak
further
,
he
was
weeping
now
though
his
voice
had
not
betrayed
his
emotion
.
Don
Corleone
,
as
if
against
his
will
,
made
a
gesture
of
sympathy
and
Bonasera
went
on
,
his
voice
human
with
suffering
.
"
Why
did
I
weep
?
She
was
the
light
of
my
life
,
an
affectionate
daughter
.
A
beautiful
girl
.
She
trusted
people
and
now
she
will
never
trust
them
again
.
She
will
never
be
beautiful
again
.
"
He
was
trembling
,
his
sallow
face
flushed
an
ugly
dark
red
.
"
I
went
to
the
police
like
a
good
American
.
The
two
boys
were
arrested
.
They
were
brought
to
trial
.
The
evidence
was
overwhelming
and
they
pleaded
guilty
.
The
judge
sentenced
them
to
three
years
in
prison
and
suspended
the
sentence
.
They
went
free
that
very
day
.
I
stood
in
the
courtroom
like
a
fool
and
those
bastards
smiled
at
me
.
And
then
I
said
to
my
wife
:
'
We
must
go
to
Don
Corleone
for
justice
.
'
"
The
Don
had
bowed
his
head
to
show
respect
for
the
man
's
grief
.
But
when
he
spoke
,
the
words
were
cold
with
offended
dignity
.
"
Why
did
you
go
to
the
police
?
Why
did
n't
you
come
to
me
at
the
beginning
of
this
affair
?
"
Bonasera
muttered
almost
inaudibly
,
"
What
do
you
want
of
me
?
Tell
me
what
you
wish
.
But
do
what
I
beg
you
to
do
.
"
There
was
something
almost
insolent
in
his
words
.
Don
Corleone
said
gravely
,
"
And
what
is
that
?
"
Bonasera
glanced
at
Hagen
and
Sonny
Corleone
and
shook
his
head
.
The
Don
,
still
sitting
at
Hagen
's
desk
,
inclined
his
body
toward
the
undertaker
.
Bonasera
hesitated
,
then
bent
down
and
put
his
lips
so
close
to
the
Don
's
hairy
ear
that
they
touched
.
Don
Corleone
listened
like
a
priest
in
the
confessional
,
gazing
away
into
the
distance
,
impassive
,
remote
.
They
stood
so
for
a
long
moment
until
Bonasera
finished
whispering
and
straightened
to
his
full
height
.
The
Don
looked
up
gravely
at
Bonasera
.
Bonasera
,
his
face
flushed
,
returned
the
stare
unflinchingly
.
Finally
the
Don
spoke
.
"
That
I
can
not
do
.
You
are
being
carried
away
.
"
Bonasera
said
loudly
,
clearly
,
"
I
will
pay
you
anything
you
ask
.
"
On
hearing
this
,
Hagen
flinched
,
a
nervous
flick
of
his
head
.
Sonny
Corleone
folded
his
arms
,
smiled
sardonically
as
he
turned
from
the
window
to
watch
the
scene
in
the
room
for
the
first
time
.
