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They
kept
her
,
because
there
was
nothing
else
they
could
do
.
They
decided
to
call
her
Rebeca
,
which
according
to
the
letter
was
her
mother
's
name
,
because
Aureliano
had
the
patience
to
read
to
her
the
names
of
all
the
saints
and
he
did
not
get
a
reaction
from
any
one
of
them
.
Since
there
was
no
cemetery
in
Macondo
at
that
time
,
for
no
one
had
died
up
till
then
,
they
kept
the
bag
of
bones
to
wait
for
a
worthy
place
of
burial
,
and
for
a
long
time
it
got
in
the
way
everywhere
and
would
be
found
where
least
expected
,
always
with
its
clucking
of
a
broody
hen
.
A
long
time
passed
before
Rebeca
became
incorporated
into
the
life
of
the
family
.
She
would
sit
in
her
small
rocker
sucking
her
finger
in
the
most
remote
corner
of
the
house
.
Nothing
attracted
her
attention
except
the
music
the
clocks
,
which
she
would
look
for
every
half
hour
with
her
frightened
eyes
as
if
she
hoped
to
find
it
someplace
in
the
air
.
They
could
not
get
her
to
eat
for
several
days
.
No
one
understood
why
she
had
not
died
of
hunger
until
the
Indians
,
who
were
aware
of
everything
,
for
they
went
ceaselessly
about
the
house
on
their
stealthy
feet
,
discovered
that
Rebeca
only
liked
to
eat
the
damp
earth
of
the
courtyard
and
the
cake
of
whitewash
that
she
picked
of
the
walls
with
her
nails
.
It
was
obvious
that
her
parents
,
or
whoever
had
raised
her
,
had
scolded
her
for
that
habit
because
she
did
it
secretively
and
with
a
feeling
of
guilt
,
trying
to
put
away
supplies
so
that
she
could
eat
when
no
one
was
looking
.
From
then
on
they
put
her
under
an
implacable
watch
.
They
threw
cow
gall
onto
the
courtyard
and
,
rubbed
hot
chili
on
the
walls
,
thinking
they
could
defeat
her
pernicious
vice
with
those
methods
,
but
she
showed
such
signs
of
astuteness
and
ingenuity
to
find
some
earth
that
úrsula
found
herself
forced
to
use
more
drastic
methods
.
She
put
some
orange
juice
and
rhubarb
into
a
pan
that
she
left
in
the
dew
all
night
and
she
gave
her
the
dose
the
following
day
on
an
empty
stomach
.
Although
no
one
had
told
her
that
it
was
the
specific
remedy
for
the
vice
of
eating
earth
,
she
thought
that
any
bitter
substance
in
an
empty
stomach
would
have
to
make
the
liver
react
.
Rebeca
was
so
rebellious
and
strong
in
spite
of
her
frailness
that
they
had
to
tie
her
up
like
a
calf
to
make
her
swallow
the
medicine
,
they
could
barely
keep
back
her
kicks
or
bear
up
under
the
strange
hieroglyphics
that
she
alternated
with
her
bites
and
spitting
,
and
that
,
according
to
what
the
scandalized
Indians
said
,
were
the
vilest
obscenities
that
one
could
ever
imagine
in
their
language
.
When
úrsula
discovered
that
,
she
added
whipping
to
the
treatment
.
It
was
never
established
whether
it
was
the
rhubarb
or
the
beatings
that
had
effect
,
or
both
of
them
together
,
but
the
truth
was
that
in
a
few
weeks
Rebeca
began
to
show
signs
of
recovery
.
She
took
part
in
the
games
of
Arcadio
and
Amaranta
,
who
treated
her
like
an
older
sister
,
and
she
ate
heartily
,
using
the
utensils
properly
.
It
was
soon
revealed
that
she
spoke
Spanish
with
as
much
fluency
as
the
Indian
language
,
that
she
had
a
remarkable
ability
for
manual
work
,
and
that
she
could
sing
the
waltz
of
the
clocks
with
some
very
funny
words
that
she
herself
had
invented
.
It
did
not
take
long
for
them
to
consider
her
another
member
of
the
family
.
She
was
more
affectionate
to
úrsula
than
any
of
her
own
children
had
been
,
and
she
called
Arcadio
,
Amaranta
brother
and
sister
,
Aureliano
uncle
,
and
José
Arcadio
Buendía
grandpa
.
So
that
she
finally
deserved
,
as
much
as
the
others
,
the
name
of
Rebeca
Buendía
,
the
only
one
that
she
ever
had
and
that
she
bore
with
dignity
until
her
death
.
One
night
about
the
time
that
Rebeca
was
cured
of
the
vice
of
eating
earth
and
was
brought
to
sleep
in
the
other
children
's
room
,
the
Indian
woman
,
who
slept
them
awoke
by
chance
and
heard
a
strange
,
intermittent
sound
in
the
corner
.
She
got
up
in
alarm
,
thinking
that
an
animal
had
come
into
the
room
,
and
then
she
saw
Rebeca
in
the
rocker
,
sucking
her
finger
and
with
her
eyes
lighted
up
in
the
darkness
like
those
of
a
cat
.
Terrified
,
exhausted
by
her
fate
,
Visitación
recognized
in
those
eyes
the
symptoms
of
the
sickness
whose
threat
had
obliged
her
and
her
brother
to
exile
themselves
forever
from
an
ageold
kingdom
where
they
had
been
prince
and
princess
.
It
was
the
insomnia
plague
.
Cataure
,
the
Indian
,
was
gone
from
the
house
by
morning
.
His
sister
stayed
because
her
fatalistic
heart
told
her
that
the
lethal
sickness
would
follow
her
,
no
matter
what
,
to
the
farthest
corner
of
the
earth
.
No
one
understood
Visitación
's
alarm
.
"
If
we
do
n't
ever
sleep
again
,
so
much
the
better
,
"
José
Arcadio
Buendía
said
in
good
humor
.
"
That
way
we
can
get
more
out
of
life
.
"
But
the
Indian
woman
explained
that
the
most
fearsome
part
of
the
sickness
of
insomnia
was
not
the
impossibility
of
sleeping
,
for
the
body
did
not
feel
any
fatigue
at
all
,
but
its
inexorable
evolution
toward
a
more
critical
manifestation
:
a
loss
of
memory
.
She
meant
that
when
the
sick
person
became
used
to
his
state
of
vigil
,
the
recollection
of
his
childhood
began
to
be
erased
from
his
memory
,
then
the
name
and
notion
of
things
,
and
finally
the
identity
of
people
and
even
the
awareness
of
his
own
being
,
until
he
sank
into
a
kind
of
idiocy
that
had
no
past
.
José
Arcadio
Buendía
,
dying
with
laughter
,
thought
that
it
was
just
a
question
of
one
of
the
many
illnesses
invented
by
the
Indians
'
superstitions
.
But
úrsula
,
just
to
be
safe
,
took
the
precaution
of
isolating
Rebeca
from
the
other
children
.
"
The
children
are
awake
too
,
"
the
Indian
said
with
her
fatalistic
conviction
.
"
Once
it
gets
into
a
house
no
one
can
escape
the
plague
.
"
They
had
indeed
contracted
the
illness
of
insomnia
.
úrsula
,
who
had
learned
from
her
mother
the
medicinal
value
plants
,
prepared
and
made
them
all
drink
a
brew
of
monkshood
,
but
they
could
not
get
to
sleep
and
spent
the
whole
day
dreaming
on
their
feet
.
In
that
state
hallucinated
lucidity
,
not
only
did
they
see
the
images
of
their
own
dreams
,
but
some
saw
the
images
dreamed
by
others
.
It
was
as
if
the
house
were
full
of
visitors
.
Sitting
in
her
rocker
in
a
corner
of
the
kitchen
,
Rebeca
dreamed
that
a
man
who
looked
very
much
like
her
,
dressed
in
white
linen
and
with
his
shirt
collar
closed
by
a
gold
button
,
was
bringing
her
a
bouquet
of
roses
.
He
was
accompanied
by
a
woman
delicate
hands
who
took
out
one
rose
put
it
in
the
child
's
hair
.
úrsula
understood
that
the
man
and
woman
were
Rebeca
's
parents
,
but
even
though
she
made
a
great
effort
to
recognize
them
,
she
confirmed
her
certainty
that
she
had
never
seen
them
.
In
the
meantime
,
through
an
oversight
that
José
Arcadio
Buendía
never
forgave
himself
for
,
the
candy
animals
made
in
the
house
were
still
being
sold
in
the
town
.
Children
and
adults
sucked
with
delight
on
the
delicious
little
green
roosters
of
insomnia
,
the
exquisite
pink
fish
of
insomnia
,
and
the
tender
yellow
ponies
insomnia
,
so
that
dawn
on
Monday
found
the
whole
town
awake
.
No
one
was
alarmed
at
first
.
On
the
contrary
,
they
were
happy
at
not
sleeping
because
there
was
so
much
to
do
in
Macondo
in
those
days
that
there
was
barely
enough
time
.
They
worked
so
hard
that
soon
they
had
nothing
else
to
do
and
they
could
be
found
at
three
o'clock
in
the
morning
with
their
arms
crossed
,
counting
the
notes
in
the
waltz
of
the
clock
.
Those
who
wanted
to
sleep
,
not
from
fatigue
but
because
of
the
nostalgia
for
dreams
,
tried
all
kinds
of
methods
of
exhausting
themselves
.
