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           Yearsgoneby,whenyouneededmoney,youwenttothebanksandpaidruinousinterest,waitedhatinhandlikeabeggarwhiletheysniffedaround,pokedtheirnosesupyourveryassholetomakesureyoucouldpaythemback."TheDonpaused,hisvoicebecamesterner.

           "Butifyouhadcometome,mypursewouldhavebeenyours.Ifyouhadcometomeforjusticethosescumwhoruinedyourdaughterwouldbeweepingbittertearsthisday.Ifbysomemisfortuneanhonestmanlikeyourselfmadeenemiestheywouldbecomemyenemies"—theDonraisedhisarm,fingerpointingatBonasera—"andthen,believeme,theywouldfearyou."

           Bonaserabowedhisheadandmurmuredinastrangledvoice,"Bemyfriend.Iaccept."

           DonCorleoneputhishandontheman’sshoulder."Good,"hesaid,"youshallhaveyourjustice.Someday,andthatdaymaynevercome,Iwillcalluponyoutodomeaserviceinreturn.Untilthatday,considerthisjusticeagiftfrommywife,yourdaughter’sgodmother."

           Whenthedoorclosedbehindthegratefulundertaker,DonCorleoneturnedtoHagenandsaid,"GivethisaffairtoClemenzaandtellhimtobesuretousereliablepeople,peoplewhowillnotbecarriedawaybythesmellofblood.Afterall,we’renotmurderers,nomatterwhatthatcorpsevaletdreamsupinhisfoolishhead."Henotedthathisfirstborn,masculinesonwasgazingthroughthewindowatthegardenparty.Itwashopeless,DonCorleonethought.Ifherefusedtobeinstructed,Santinocouldneverrunthefamilybusiness,couldneverbecomeaDon.