And because the law in its majesty does not seek vengeance, I hereby sentence

you to three years' confinement to the penitentiary. Sentence to be suspended."

Only forty years of professional mourning kept the overwhelming frustration

and hatred from showing on Amerigo Bonasera's face. His beautiful young

Daughter was still in the hospital with her broken jaw wired together; and now

these two animales went free? It had all been a farce. He watched the happy

Parents cluster around their darling sons. Oh, they were all happy now, they were

Smiling now.

7 The black bile, sourly bitter, rose in Bonasera's throat, overflowed through

Tightly clenched teeth. He used his white linen pocket handkerchief and held it

Against his lips. He was standing so when the two young men strode freely up the

Aisle, confident and cool-eyed, smiling, not giving him so much as a glance. He

Let them pass without saying a word, pressing the fresh linen against his mouth.

8 The parents of the animales were coming by now, two men and two women his

Age but more American in their dress. They glanced at him, shamefaced, yet in

Their eyes was an odd, triumphant defiance.

Out of control, Bonasera leaned forward toward the aisle and shouted hoarsely,

"You will weep as I have wept − I will make you weep as your children make me

weep" − the linen at his eyes now. The defense attorneys bringing up the rear