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The
Don
acknowledged
this
fine
distinction
with
an
approving
nod
,
then
asked
,
"
What
is
your
justice
?
"
"
An
eye
for
an
eye
,
"
Bonasera
said
.
"
You
asked
for
more
,
"
the
Don
said
.
"
Your
daughter
is
alive
.
"
Bonasera
said
reluctantly
,
"
Let
them
suffer
as
she
suffers
.
"
The
Don
waited
for
him
to
speak
further
.
Bonasera
screwed
up
the
last
of
his
courage
and
said
,
"
How
much
shall
I
pay
you
?
"
It
was
a
despairing
wail
.
Don
Corleone
turned
his
back
.
It
was
a
dismissal
.
Bonasera
did
not
budge
.
Finally
,
sighing
,
a
good-hearted
man
who
can
not
remain
angry
with
an
erring
friend
,
Don
Corleone
turned
back
to
the
undertaker
,
who
was
now
as
pale
as
one
of
his
corpses
.
Don
Corleone
was
gentle
,
patient
.
"
Why
do
you
fear
to
give
your
first
allegiance
to
me
?
"
he
said
.
"
You
go
to
the
law
courts
and
wait
for
months
.
You
spend
money
on
lawyers
who
know
full
well
you
are
to
be
made
a
fool
of
.
You
accept
judgment
from
a
judge
who
sells
himself
like
the
worst
whore
in
the
streets
.
Years
gone
by
,
when
you
needed
money
,
you
went
to
the
banks
and
paid
ruinous
interest
,
waited
hat
in
hand
like
a
beggar
while
they
sniffed
around
,
poked
their
noses
up
your
very
asshole
to
make
sure
you
could
pay
them
back
.
"
The
Don
paused
,
his
voice
became
sterner
.
"
But
if
you
had
come
to
me
,
my
purse
would
have
been
yours
.
If
you
had
come
to
me
for
justice
those
scum
who
ruined
your
daughter
would
be
weeping
bitter
tears
this
day
.
If
by
some
misfortune
an
honest
man
like
yourself
made
enemies
they
would
become
my
enemies
"
--
the
Don
raised
his
arm
,
finger
pointing
at
Bonasera
--
"
and
then
,
believe
me
,
they
would
fear
you
.
"
Bonasera
bowed
his
head
and
murmured
in
a
strangled
voice
,
"
Be
my
friend
.
I
accept
.
"
Don
Corleone
put
his
hand
on
the
man
's
shoulder
.
"
Good
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
shall
have
your
justice
.
Some
day
,
and
that
day
may
never
come
,
I
will
call
upon
you
to
do
me
a
service
in
return
.
Until
that
day
,
consider
this
justice
a
gift
from
my
wife
,
your
daughter
's
godmother
.
"
