\"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...\"
You need to change this false show You can do this, I bet I know
If you have at least a word to say Please don't let it die There is no light at home at all way No even place for me to cry
\"He let them pass without saying a word, Pressing the fresh linen against his mouth.\"
The main words of paragraph, chapter 1 Ladies & gentlemen get up, up, get up!