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But
she
did
not
share
his
excitement
.
She
gave
him
a
conventional
kiss
,
as
if
she
had
been
away
only
an
hour
,
and
she
told
him
:
"
Look
out
the
door
.
"
Jose
Arcadio
Buendfa
took
a
long
time
to
get
out
of
his
perplexity
when
he
went
out
into
the
street
and
saw
the
crowd
.
They
were
not
gypsies
.
They
were
men
and
women
like
them
,
with
straight
hair
and
dark
skin
,
who
spoke
the
same
language
and
complained
of
the
same
pains
.
They
had
mules
loaded
down
with
things
to
eat
,
oxcarts
with
furniture
and
domestic
utensils
,
pure
and
simple
earthly
accessories
put
on
sale
without
any
fuss
by
peddlers
of
everyday
reality
.
They
came
from
the
other
side
of
the
swamp
,
only
two
days
away
,
where
there
were
towns
that
received
mail
every
month
in
the
year
and
where
they
were
familiar
with
the
implements
of
good
living
.
Orsula
had
not
caught
up
with
the
gypsies
,
but
she
had
found
the
route
that
her
husband
had
been
unable
to
discover
in
his
frustrated
search
for
the
great
inventions
.
Emancipated
for
the
moment
at
least
from
the
torment
of
fantasy
,
José
Arcadio
Buendía
in
a
short
time
set
up
a
system
of
order
and
work
which
allowed
for
only
one
bit
of
license
:
the
freeing
of
the
birds
,
which
,
since
the
time
of
the
founding
,
had
made
time
merry
with
their
flutes
,
and
installing
in
their
place
musical
clocks
in
every
house
.
They
were
wondrous
clocks
made
of
carved
wood
,
which
the
Arabs
had
traded
for
macaws
and
which
José
Arcadio
Buendía
had
synchronized
with
such
precision
that
every
half
hour
the
town
grew
merry
with
the
progressive
chords
of
the
same
song
until
it
reached
the
climax
of
a
noontime
that
was
as
exact
and
unanimous
as
a
complete
waltz
.
It
was
also
José
Arcadio
Buendía
who
decided
during
those
years
that
they
should
plant
almond
trees
instead
of
acacias
on
the
streets
,
and
who
discovered
,
without
ever
revealing
it
,
a
way
to
make
them
live
forever
.
Many
years
later
,
when
Macondo
was
a
field
of
wooden
houses
with
zinc
roofs
,
the
broken
and
dusty
almond
trees
still
stood
on
the
oldest
streets
,
although
no
one
knew
who
had
planted
them
.
While
his
father
was
putting
the
town
in
order
and
his
mother
was
increasing
their
wealth
with
her
marvelous
business
of
candied
little
roosters
and
fish
,
which
left
the
house
twice
a
day
strung
along
sticks
of
balsa
wood
,
Aureliano
spent
interminable
hours
in
the
abandoned
laboratory
,
learning
the
art
of
silverwork
by
his
own
experimentation
.
He
had
shot
up
so
fast
that
in
a
short
time
the
clothing
left
behind
by
his
brother
no
longer
fit
him
and
he
began
to
wear
his
father
's
,
but
Visitación
had
to
sew
pleats
in
the
shirt
and
darts
in
the
pants
,
because
Aureliano
had
not
sequined
the
corpulence
of
the
others
.
Adolescence
had
taken
away
the
softness
of
his
voice
and
had
made
silent
and
definitely
solitary
,
but
,
on
the
othand
,
it
had
restored
the
intense
expression
that
he
had
had
in
his
eyes
when
he
was
born
.
He
concentrated
so
much
on
his
experiments
in
silverwork
that
he
scarcely
left
the
laboratory
to
eat
.
Worried
ever
his
inner
withdrawal
,
José
Arcadio
Buendía
gave
him
the
keys
to
the
house
and
a
little
money
,
thinking
that
perhaps
he
needed
a
woman
.
But
Aureliano
spent
the
money
on
muriatic
acid
to
prepare
some
aqua
regia
and
he
beautified
the
keys
by
plating
them
with
gold
.
His
excesses
were
hardly
comparable
to
those
of
Arcadio
and
Amaranta
,
who
had
already
begun
to
get
their
second
teeth
and
still
went
about
all
day
clutching
at
the
Indians
'
cloaks
,
stubborn
in
their
decision
not
to
speak
Spanish
but
the
Guajiro
language
.
"
You
should
n't
complain
.
"
úrsula
told
her
husband
.
"
Children
inherit
their
parents
'
madness
.
"
And
as
she
was
lamenting
her
misfortune
,
convinced
that
the
wild
behavior
of
her
children
was
something
as
fearful
as
a
pig
's
tail
,
Aureliano
gave
a
look
that
wrapped
her
in
an
atmosphere
of
uncertainty
.
"
Somebody
is
coming
,
"
he
told
her
.
úrsula
,
as
she
did
whenever
he
made
a
prediction
,
tried
to
break
it
down
with
her
housewifely
logic
.
It
was
normal
for
someone
to
be
coming
.
Dozens
of
strangers
came
through
Macondo
every
day
without
arousing
suspicion
or
secret
ideas
.
Nevertheless
,
beyond
all
logic
,
Aureliano
was
sure
of
his
prediction
.
"
I
do
n't
know
who
it
will
be
,
"
he
insisted
,
"
but
whoever
it
is
is
already
on
the
way
.
"
That
Sunday
,
in
fact
,
Rebeca
arrived
.
She
was
only
eleven
years
old
.
She
had
made
the
difficult
trip
from
Manaure
some
hide
dealers
who
had
taken
on
the
task
of
delivering
her
along
with
a
letter
to
José
Arcadio
Buendía
,
but
they
could
not
explain
precisely
who
the
person
was
who
had
asked
the
favor
.
entire
baggage
consisted
of
a
small
trunk
,
a
little
rocking
chair
with
small
hand-painted
flowers
,
and
a
canvas
sack
which
kept
making
a
cloc-cloc-cloc
sound
,
where
she
carried
parents
'
bones
.
The
letter
addressed
to
José
Arcadio
Buendía
was
written
is
very
warm
terms
by
someone
who
still
loved
him
very
much
in
spite
of
time
and
distance
,
and
who
felt
obliged
by
a
basic
humanitarian
feeling
to
do
the
charitable
thing
and
send
that
poor
unsheltered
orphan
,
who
was
a
second
cousin
of
úrsula
's
and
consequently
also
a
relative
of
José
Arcadio
Buendía
,
although
farther
removed
,
because
she
was
the
daughter
of
that
unforgettable
friend
Nicanor
Ulloa
and
his
very
worthy
wife
Rebeca
Montiel
,
may
God
keep
them
in
His
holy
kingdom
,
whose
remains
the
girl
was
carrying
so
that
they
might
be
given
Christian
burial
.
The
names
mentioned
,
as
well
as
the
signature
on
the
letter
,
were
perfectly
legible
,
but
neither
José
Arcadio
,
Buendía
nor
úrsula
remembered
having
any
relatives
with
those
names
,
nor
did
they
know
anyone
by
the
name
of
the
sender
of
the
letter
,
much
less
the
remote
village
of
Manaure
.
It
was
impossible
to
obtain
any
further
information
from
the
girl
.
From
the
moment
she
arrived
she
had
been
sitting
in
the
rocker
,
sucking
her
finger
and
observing
everyone
with
her
large
,
startled
eyes
without
giving
any
sign
of
understanding
what
they
were
asking
her
.
She
wore
a
diagonally
striped
dress
that
had
been
dyed
black
,
worn
by
use
,
and
a
pair
of
scaly
patent
leather
boots
.
Her
hair
was
held
behind
her
ears
with
bows
of
black
ribbon
.
She
wore
a
scapular
with
the
images
worn
away
by
sweat
,
and
on
her
right
wrist
the
fang
of
a
carnivorous
animal
mounted
on
a
backing
of
copper
as
an
amulet
against
the
evil
eye
.
Her
greenish
skin
,
her
stomach
,
round
and
tense
as
a
drum
.
revealed
poor
health
and
hunger
that
were
older
than
she
was
,
but
when
they
gave
her
something
to
eat
she
kept
the
plate
on
her
knees
without
tasting
anything
.
They
even
began
to
think
that
she
was
a
deafmute
until
the
Indians
asked
her
in
their
language
if
she
wanted
some
water
and
she
moved
her
eyes
as
if
she
recognized
them
and
said
yes
with
her
head
.
