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At
dusk
,
when
Pietro
Crespi
would
arrive
,
preceded
by
a
cool
breath
of
lavender
and
always
bringing
a
toy
as
a
gift
,
his
fiancée
would
receive
the
visitor
in
the
main
parlor
with
doors
and
windows
open
to
be
safe
from
any
suspicion
.
It
was
an
unnecessary
precaution
,
for
the
Italian
had
shown
himself
to
be
so
respectful
that
he
did
not
even
touch
the
hand
of
the
woman
who
was
going
to
be
his
wife
within
the
year
.
Those
visits
were
filling
the
house
with
remarkable
toys
.
Mechanical
ballerinas
,
music
boxes
,
acrobatic
monkeys
,
trotting
horses
,
clowns
who
played
the
tambourine
:
the
rich
and
startling
mechanical
fauna
that
Pietro
Crespi
brought
dissipated
José
Arcadio
Buendía
's
affliction
over
the
death
of
Melquíades
and
carried
him
back
to
his
old
days
as
an
alchemist
.
He
lived
at
that
time
in
a
paradise
of
disemboweled
animals
,
of
mechanisms
that
had
been
taken
apart
in
an
attempt
to
perfect
them
with
a
system
of
perpetual
motion
based
upon
the
principles
of
the
pendulum
.
Aureliano
,
for
his
part
,
had
neglected
the
workshop
in
order
to
teach
little
Remedios
to
read
and
write
.
At
first
the
child
preferred
her
dolls
to
the
man
who
would
come
every
afternoon
and
who
was
responsi-ble
for
her
being
separated
from
her
toys
in
order
to
be
bathed
and
dressed
and
seated
in
the
parlor
to
receive
the
visitor
.
But
Aureliano
's
patience
and
devotion
final-ly
won
her
over
,
up
to
the
point
where
she
would
spend
many
hours
with
him
studying
the
meaning
of
the
letters
and
sketching
in
a
notebook
with
colored
pencils
little
houses
with
cows
in
the
corral
and
round
suns
with
yellow
rays
that
hid
behind
the
hills
.
"
You
will
not
be
happy
as
long
as
your
parents
remain
unburied
.
"
Rebeca
shuddered
.
As
in
the
memory
of
a
dream
she
saw
herself
entering
the
house
as
a
very
small
girl
,
with
the
trunk
and
the
little
rocker
,
a
bag
whose
contents
she
had
never
known
.
She
remembered
a
bald
gentleman
dressed
in
linen
and
with
his
collar
closed
by
a
gold
button
,
who
had
nothing
to
do
with
the
king
of
hearts
.
She
remembered
a
very
young
and
beautiful
woman
with
warm
and
perfumed
hands
,
who
had
nothing
in
common
with
the
jack
of
diamonds
and
his
rheumatic
hands
,
who
used
to
put
flowers
in
her
hair
and
take
her
out
walking
in
the
afternoon
through
a
town
with
green
streets
.
"
I
do
n't
understand
,
"
she
said
.
Pilar
Ternera
seemed
disconcerted
:
"
I
do
n't
either
,
but
that
's
what
the
cards
say
.
"
Rebeca
was
so
preoccupied
the
enigma
that
she
told
it
to
José
Arcadio
Buendía
,
and
he
scolded
her
for
believing
in
the
predictions
of
the
cards
,
but
he
undertook
the
silent
task
of
searching
closets
and
trunks
,
moving
furniture
and
turning
over
beds
and
floorboards
looking
for
the
bag
of
bones
.
He
remembered
that
he
had
not
seen
it
since
the
time
of
the
rebuilding
.
He
secretly
summoned
the
masons
and
one
of
them
revealed
that
he
had
walled
up
the
bag
in
some
bedroom
because
it
bothered
him
in
his
work
.
After
several
days
of
listening
,
with
their
ears
against
the
walls
,
they
perceived
the
deep
cloccloc
.
They
penetrated
the
wall
and
there
were
the
bones
in
the
intact
bag
.
They
buried
it
the
same
day
in
a
grave
without
a
stone
next
to
that
of
Melquíades
,
and
José
Arcadio
Buendía
returned
home
free
of
a
burden
that
for
a
moment
had
weighed
on
his
conscience
as
much
as
the
memory
of
Prudencio
Aguilar
.
When
he
went
through
the
kitchen
he
kissed
Rebeca
on
the
forehead
.
The
friendship
with
Rebeca
opened
up
to
Pilar
Ternera
the
doors
of
the
house
,
closed
by
úrsula
since
the
birth
of
Arcadio
.
She
would
arrive
at
any
hour
of
the
day
,
like
a
flock
of
goats
,
and
would
unleash
her
feverish
energy
in
the
hardest
tasks
.
Sometimes
she
would
go
into
the
workshop
and
help
Arcadio
sensitize
the
daguerreotype
plates
with
an
efficiency
and
a
tenderness
that
ended
up
by
confusing
him
.
That
woman
bothered
him
.
The
tan
of
her
skin
,
her
smell
of
smoke
,
the
disorder
of
her
laughter
in
the
darkroom
distracted
his
attention
and
made
him
bump
into
things
.
