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Around
that
time
a
merry
,
foul-mouthed
,
provocative
woman
came
to
the
house
to
help
with
the
chorea
,
and
she
knew
how
to
read
the
future
in
cards
.
Orsula
spoke
to
her
about
her
son
.
She
thought
that
his
disproportionate
size
was
something
as
unnatural
as
her
cousin
's
tail
of
a
pig
.
The
woman
let
out
an
expansive
laugh
that
resounded
through
the
house
like
a
spray
of
broken
glass
.
"
Just
the
opposite
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
'll
be
very
lucky
.
"
In
order
to
confirm
her
prediction
she
brought
her
cards
to
the
house
a
few
days
later
and
locked
herself
up
with
Jose
Arcadio
in
a
granary
off
the
kitchen
.
She
calmly
placed
her
cards
on
an
old
carpenter
's
bench
.
saying
anything
that
came
into
her
head
,
while
the
boy
waited
beside
her
,
more
bored
than
intrigued
.
Suddenly
she
reached
out
her
hand
and
touched
him
.
"
Lordy
!
"
she
said
,
sincerely
startled
,
and
that
was
all
she
could
say
.
Jose
Arcadio
felt
his
bones
filling
up
with
foam
,
a
languid
fear
,
and
a
terrible
desire
to
weep
.
The
woman
made
no
insinuations
.
But
Jose
Arcadio
kept
looking
for
her
all
night
long
,
for
the
smell
of
smoke
that
she
had
under
her
armpits
and
that
had
got
caught
under
his
skin
.
He
wanted
to
be
with
her
all
the
time
,
he
wanted
her
to
be
his
mother
,
for
them
never
to
leave
the
granary
,
and
for
her
to
say
"
Lordy
!
"
to
him
.
One
day
he
could
not
stand
it
any
more
and
.
he
went
looking
for
her
at
her
house
:
He
made
a
formal
visit
,
sitting
uncomprehendingly
in
the
living
room
without
saying
a
word
.
At
that
moment
he
had
no
desire
for
her
.
He
found
her
different
,
entirely
foreign
to
the
image
that
her
smell
brought
on
,
as
if
she
were
someone
else
.
He
drank
his
coffee
and
left
the
house
in
depression
.
That
night
,
during
the
frightful
time
of
lying
awake
,
he
desired
her
again
with
a
brutal
anxiety
,
but
he
did
not
want
her
that
time
as
she
had
been
in
the
granary
but
as
she
had
been
that
afternoon
.
Days
later
the
woman
suddenly
called
him
to
her
house
,
where
she
was
alone
with
her
mother
,
and
she
had
him
come
into
the
bedroom
with
the
pretext
of
showing
him
a
deck
of
cards
.
Then
she
touched
him
with
such
freedom
that
he
suffered
a
delusion
after
the
initial
shudder
,
and
he
felt
more
fear
than
pleasure
.
She
asked
him
to
come
and
see
her
that
night
.
He
agreed
.
in
order
to
get
away
,
knowing
that
he
was
incapable
of
going
.
But
that
night
,
in
his
burning
bed
,
he
understood
that
he
had
to
go
we
her
,
even
if
he
were
not
capable
.
He
got
dressed
by
feel
,
listening
in
the
dark
to
his
brother
's
calm
breathing
,
the
dry
cough
of
his
father
in
the
next
room
,
the
asthma
of
the
hens
in
the
courtyard
,
the
buzz
of
the
mosquitoes
,
the
beating
of
his
heart
,
and
the
inordinate
bustle
of
a
world
that
he
had
not
noticed
until
then
,
and
he
went
out
into
the
sleeping
street
.
With
all
his
heart
he
wanted
the
door
to
be
barred
and
not
just
closed
as
she
had
promised
him
.
But
it
was
open
.
He
pushed
it
with
the
tips
of
his
fingers
and
the
hinges
yielded
with
a
mournful
and
articulate
moan
that
left
a
frozen
echo
inside
of
him
.
From
the
moment
he
entered
,
sideways
and
trying
not
to
make
a
noise
,
he
caught
the
smell
.
He
was
still
in
the
hallway
,
where
the
woman
's
three
brothers
had
their
hammocks
in
positions
that
he
could
not
see
and
that
he
could
not
determine
in
the
darkness
as
he
felt
his
way
along
the
hall
to
push
open
the
bedroom
door
and
get
his
bearings
there
so
as
not
to
mistake
the
bed
.
He
found
it
.
He
bumped
against
the
ropes
of
the
hammocks
,
which
were
lower
than
he
had
suspected
,
and
a
man
who
had
been
snoring
until
then
turned
in
his
sleep
and
said
in
a
kind
of
delusion
,
"
It
was
Wednesday
.
"
When
he
pushed
open
the
bedroom
door
,
he
could
not
prevent
it
from
scraping
against
the
uneven
floor
.
Suddenly
,
in
the
absolute
darkness
,
he
understood
with
a
hopeless
nostalgia
that
he
was
completely
disoriented
.
Sleeping
in
the
narrow
room
were
the
mother
,
another
daughter
with
her
husband
and
two
children
,
and
the
woman
,
who
may
not
have
been
there
.
He
could
have
guided
himself
by
the
smell
if
the
smell
had
not
been
all
over
the
house
,
so
devious
and
at
the
same
time
so
definite
,
as
it
had
always
been
on
his
skin
.
He
did
not
move
for
a
long
time
,
wondering
in
fright
how
he
had
ever
got
to
that
abyss
of
abandonment
,
when
a
hand
with
all
its
fingers
extended
and
feeling
about
in
the
darkness
touched
his
face
.
He
was
not
surprised
,
for
without
knowing
,
he
had
been
expecting
it
.
Then
he
gave
himself
over
to
that
hand
,
and
in
a
terrible
state
of
exhaustion
he
let
himself
be
led
to
a
shapeless
place
where
his
clothes
were
taken
off
and
he
was
heaved
about
like
a
sack
of
potatoes
and
thrown
from
one
side
to
the
other
in
a
bottomless
darkness
in
which
his
arms
were
useless
,
where
it
no
longer
smelled
of
woman
but
of
ammonia
,
and
where
he
tried
to
remember
her
face
and
found
before
him
the
face
of
Orsula
,
confusedly
aware
that
he
was
doing
something
that
for
a
very
long
time
he
had
wanted
to
do
but
that
he
had
imagined
could
really
never
be
done
,
not
knowing
what
he
was
doing
because
he
did
not
know
where
his
feet
were
or
where
his
head
was
,
or
whose
feet
or
whose
head
,
and
feeling
that
he
could
no
longer
resist
the
glacial
rumbling
of
his
kidneys
and
the
air
of
his
intestines
,
and
fear
,
and
the
bewildered
anxiety
to
flee
and
at
the
same
time
stay
forever
in
that
exasperated
silence
and
that
fearful
solitude
.
Her
name
was
Pilar
Ternera
.
She
had
been
part
of
the
exodus
that
ended
with
the
founding
of
Macondo
,
dragged
along
by
her
family
in
order
to
separate
her
from
the
man
who
had
raped
her
at
fourteen
and
had
continued
to
love
her
until
she
was
twenty-two
,
but
who
never
made
up
his
mind
to
make
the
situation
public
because
he
was
a
man
apart
.
He
promised
to
follow
her
to
the
ends
of
the
earth
,
but
only
later
on
,
when
he
put
his
affairs
in
order
,
and
she
had
become
tired
of
waiting
for
him
,
always
identifying
him
with
the
tall
and
short
,
blond
and
brunet
men
that
her
cards
promised
from
land
and
sea
within
three
days
,
three
months
,
or
three
years
.
With
her
waiting
she
had
lost
the
strength
of
her
thighs
,
the
firmness
of
her
breasts
,
her
habit
of
tenderness
,
but
she
kept
the
madness
of
her
heart
intact
.
Maddened
by
that
prodigious
plaything
,
Jose
Arcadio
followed
her
path
every
night
through
the
labyrinth
of
the
room
.
On
a
certain
occasion
he
found
the
door
barred
,
and
he
knocked
several
times
,
knowing
that
if
he
had
the
boldness
to
knock
the
first
time
he
would
have
had
to
knock
until
the
last
,
and
after
an
interminable
wait
she
opened
the
door
for
him
.
During
the
day
,
lying
down
to
dream
,
he
would
secretly
enjoy
the
memories
of
the
night
before
.
But
when
she
came
into
the
house
,
merry
,
indifferent
,
chatty
,
he
did
not
have
to
make
any
effort
to
hide
his
tension
,
because
that
woman
,
whose
explosive
laugh
frightened
off
the
doves
,
had
nothing
to
do
with
the
invisible
power
that
taught
him
how
to
breathe
from
within
and
control
his
heartbeats
,
and
that
had
permitted
him
to
understand
why
man
are
afraid
of
death
.
He
was
so
wrapped
up
in
himself
that
he
did
not
even
understand
the
joy
of
everyone
when
his
father
and
his
brother
aroused
the
household
with
the
news
that
they
had
succeeded
in
penetrating
the
metallic
debris
and
had
separated
Orsula
's
gold
.
They
had
succeeded
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
after
putting
in
complicated
and
persevering
days
at
it
.
Orsula
was
happy
,
and
she
even
gave
thanks
to
God
for
the
invention
of
alchemy
,
while
the
people
of
the
village
crushed
into
the
laboratory
,
and
they
served
them
guava
jelly
on
crackers
to
celebrate
the
wonder
,
and
Jose
Arcadio
Buendfa
let
them
see
the
crucible
with
the
recovered
gold
,
as
if
he
had
just
invented
it
.
Showing
it
all
around
,
he
ended
up
in
front
of
his
older
son
,
who
during
the
past
few
days
had
barely
put
in
an
appearance
in
the
laboratory
.
He
put
the
dry
and
yellowish
mass
in
front
of
his
eyes
and
asked
him
:
"
What
does
it
look
like
to
you
?
"
Jose
Arcadio
answered
sincerely
:
"
Dog
shit
.
"
His
father
gave
him
a
blow
with
the
back
of
his
hand
that
brought
out
blood
and
tears
.
That
night
Pilar
Ternera
put
arnica
compresses
on
the
swelling
,
feeling
about
for
the
bottle
and
cotton
in
the
dark
,
and
she
did
everything
she
wanted
with
him
as
long
as
it
did
not
bother
him
,
making
an
effort
to
love
him
without
hurting
him
.
They
reached
such
a
state
of
intimacy
that
later
,
without
realizing
it
,
they
were
whispering
to
each
other
.
"
I
want
to
be
alone
with
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
One
of
these
days
I
'm
going
to
tell
everybody
and
we
can
stop
all
of
this
sneaking
around
.
"
She
did
not
try
to
calm
him
down
.
