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And
yet
with
all
his
heart
,
Hagen
dreaded
the
next
hour
.
He
tried
to
prepare
his
own
manner
.
He
would
have
to
be
in
all
ways
strict
with
his
own
guilt
.
To
reproach
himself
would
only
add
to
the
Don
's
burden
.
To
show
his
own
grief
would
only
sharpen
the
grief
of
the
Don
.
To
point
out
his
own
shortcomings
as
a
wartime
Consigliere
,
would
only
make
the
Don
reproach
himself
for
his
own
bad
judgment
for
picking
such
a
man
for
such
an
important
post
.
He
must
,
Hagen
knew
,
tell
the
news
,
present
his
analysis
of
what
must
be
done
to
rectify
the
situation
and
then
keep
silent
.
His
reactions
thereafter
must
be
the
reactions
invited
by
his
Don
.
If
the
Don
wanted
him
to
show
guilt
,
he
would
show
guilt
;
if
the
Don
invited
grief
,
he
would
lay
bare
his
genuine
sorrow
.
Hagen
lifted
his
head
at
the
sound
of
motors
,
cars
rolling
up
onto
the
mall
.
The
caporegimes
were
arriving
.
He
would
brief
them
first
and
then
he
would
go
up
and
wake
Don
Corleone
.
He
got
up
and
went
to
the
liquor
cabinet
by
the
desk
and
took
out
a
glass
and
bottle
.
He
stood
there
for
a
moment
so
unnerved
he
could
not
pour
the
liquid
from
bottle
to
glass
.
Behind
him
,
he
heard
the
door
to
the
room
close
softly
and
,
turning
,
he
saw
,
fully
dressed
for
the
first
time
since
he
had
been
shot
,
Don
Corleone
.
The
Don
walked
across
the
room
to
his
huge
leather
armchair
and
sat
down
.
He
walked
a
little
stiffly
,
his
clothes
hung
a
little
loosely
on
his
frame
but
to
Hagen
's
eyes
he
looked
the
same
as
always
.
It
was
almost
as
if
by
his
will
alone
the
Don
had
discarded
all
external
evidence
of
his
still
weakened
frame
.
His
fact
was
sternly
set
with
all
its
old
force
and
strength
.
He
sat
straight
in
the
armchair
and
he
said
to
Hagen
,
"
Give
me
a
drop
of
anisette
.
"
Hagen
switched
bottles
and
poured
them
both
a
portion
of
the
fiery
,
licorice-tasting
alcohol
.
It
was
peasant
,
homemade
stuff
,
much
stronger
than
that
sold
in
stores
,
the
gift
of
an
old
friend
who
every
year
presented
the
Don
with
a
small
truckload
.
"
My
wife
was
weeping
before
she
fell
asleep
,
"
Don
Corleone
said
.
"
Outside
my
window
I
saw
my
caporegimes
coming
to
the
house
and
it
is
midnight
.
So
,
Consigliere
of
mine
,
I
think
you
should
tell
your
Don
what
everyone
knows
.
"
Hagen
said
quietly
,
"
I
did
n't
tell
Mama
anything
.
I
was
about
to
come
up
and
wake
you
and
tell
you
the
news
myself
.
In
another
moment
I
would
have
come
to
waken
you
.
"
Don
Corleone
said
impassively
,
"
But
you
needed
a
drink
first
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
Hagen
said
.
