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"
I
brought
you
a
revolver
,
"
she
murmured
.
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
saw
that
the
sentry
could
not
see
.
"
It
wo
n't
do
me
any
good
,
"
he
said
in
a
low
voice
,
"
but
give
it
to
me
in
case
they
search
you
on
the
way
out
.
"
úrsula
took
the
revolver
out
of
her
bodice
and
put
it
under
the
mattress
of
the
cot
.
"
And
do
n't
say
goodbye
,
"
he
concluded
emphatic
calmness
.
"
Do
n't
beg
or
bow
down
to
anyone
.
Pretend
that
they
shot
me
a
long
time
ago
.
"
úrsula
bit
her
lip
so
as
not
to
cry
.
"
Put
some
hot
stones
on
those
sores
,
"
she
said
.
She
turned
halfway
around
and
left
the
room
.
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
remained
standing
,
thoughtful
,
until
the
door
closed
.
Then
he
lay
down
again
with
his
arms
open
.
Since
the
beginning
of
adolescence
,
when
he
had
begun
to
be
aware
of
his
premonitions
,
he
thought
that
death
would
be
announced
with
a
definite
,
unequivocal
,
irrevocable
signal
,
but
there
were
only
a
few
hours
left
before
he
would
die
and
the
signal
had
not
come
.
On
a
certain
occasion
a
very
beautiful
woman
had
come
into
his
camp
in
Tucurinca
and
asked
the
sentries
'
permission
to
see
him
.
They
let
her
through
because
they
were
aware
of
the
fanaticism
of
mothers
,
who
sent
their
daughters
to
the
bedrooms
the
most
famous
warriors
,
according
to
what
they
said
,
to
improve
the
breed
.
That
night
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
was
finishing
the
poem
about
the
man
who
is
lost
in
the
rain
when
the
girl
came
into
his
room
.
He
turned
his
back
to
her
to
put
the
sheet
of
paper
into
the
locked
drawer
where
he
kept
his
poetry
.
And
then
he
sensed
it
.
He
grasped
the
pistol
in
the
drawer
without
turning
his
head
.
"
Please
do
n't
shoot
,
"
he
said
.
When
he
turned
around
holding
his
Pistol
,
the
girl
had
lowered
hers
and
did
not
know
what
to
do
.
In
that
way
he
had
avoided
four
out
of
eleven
traps
.
On
the
other
hand
,
someone
who
was
never
caught
entered
the
revolutionary
headquarters
one
night
in
Manaure
and
stabbed
to
death
his
close
friend
Colonel
Magnífico
Visbal
,
to
whom
he
had
given
his
cot
so
that
he
could
sweat
out
a
fever
.
A
few
yards
away
,
sleeping
in
a
hammock
in
the
same
room
.
he
was
not
aware
of
anything
.
His
efforts
to
systematize
his
premonitions
were
useless
.
They
would
come
suddenly
in
a
wave
of
supernatural
lucidity
,
like
an
absolute
and
momentaneous
conviction
,
but
they
could
not
be
grasped
.
On
occasion
they
were
so
natural
that
he
identified
them
as
premonitions
only
after
they
had
been
fulfilled
.
Frequently
they
were
nothing
but
ordinary
bits
of
superstition
.
But
when
they
condemned
him
to
death
and
asked
him
to
state
his
last
wish
,
he
did
not
have
the
least
difficulty
in
identifying
the
premonition
that
inspired
his
answer
.
"
I
ask
that
the
sentence
be
carried
out
in
Macondo
,
"
he
said
.
The
president
of
the
court-martial
was
annoyed
.
"
Do
n't
be
clever
,
Buendía
,
"
he
told
him
.
"
That
's
just
a
trick
to
gain
more
time
.
"
