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tience；　Amaranta　made　several　mistakes　in　her　crocheting　and　pricked　her　finger　with　the　needle；　but　she　decided　with　frightful　coldness　that　the　date　would　be　the　last　Friday　before　the　wedding　and　the　method　would　be　a　dose　of　laudanum　in　her　coffee。
　　　A　greater　obstacle；　as　impassable　as　it　was　unforeseen；　obliged　a　new　and　indefinite　postponement。　One　week　before　the　date　set　for　the　wedding；　little　Remedios　woke　up　in　the　middle　of　the　night　soaked　in　a　hot　broth　which　had　exploded　in　her　insides　with　a　kind　of　tearing　belch；　and　she　died　three　days　later；　poisoned　by　her　own　blood；　with　a　pair　of　twins　crossed　in　her　stomach。　Amarante　suffered　a　crisis　of　conscience。　She　had　begged　God　with　such　fervor　for　something　fearful　to　happen　so　that　she　would　not　have　to　poison　Rebeca　that　she　felt　guilty　of　Remedios？death。　That　was　not　the　obstacle　that　she　had　begged　for　so　much。　Remedios　had　brought　a　breath　of　merriment　to　the　house。　She　had　settled　down　with　her　husband　in　a　room　near　the　workshop；　which　she　decorated　with　the　dolls　and　toys　of　her　recent　childhood；　and　her　merry　vitality　overflowed　the　four　walls　of　the　bedroom　and　went　like　a　whirlwind　of　good　health　along　the　porch　with　the　begonias：　She　would　start　singing　at　dawn。　She　was　the　only　person　who　dared　intervene　in　the　arguments　between　Rebeca　and　Amaranta。　She　plunged　into　the　fatiguing　chore　of　taking　care　of　Jos？Arcadio　Buendía。　She　would　bring　him　his　food；　she　would　help　him　with　his　daily　necessities；　wash　him　with　soap　and　a　scrubbing　brush；　keep　his　hair　and　beard　free　of　lice　and　nits；　keep　the　palm　shelter　in　good　condition　and　reinforce　it　with　waterproof　canvas　in　stormy　weather。　In　her　last　months　she　had　succeeded　in　municating　with　him　in　phrases　of　rudimentary　Latin。　When　the　son　of　Aureliano　and　Pilar　Ternera　was　born　and　brought　to　the　house　and　baptized　in　an　intimate　ceremony　with　the　name　Aureliano　Jos？　Remedios　decided　that　he　would　be　considered　their　oldest　child。　Her　maternal　instinct　surprised　？rsula。　Aureliano；　for　his　part；　found　in　her　the　justification　that　he　needed　to　live。　He　worked　all　day　in　his　workshop　and　Remedios　would　bring　him　a　cup　of　black　coffee　in　the　middle　of　the　morning。　They　would　both　visit　the　Moscotes　every　night。　Aureliano　would　play　endless　games　of　dominoes　with　his　fatherinlaw　while　Remedios　chatted　with　her　sisters　or　talked　to　her　mother　about　more　important　things。　The　link　with　the　Buendías　consolidated　Don　Apolinar　Moscote’s　authority　in　the　town。　On　frequent　trips　to　the　capital　of　the　province　he　succeeded　in　getting　the　government　to　build　a　school　so　that　Arcadio；　who　had　inherited　the　educational　enthusiasm　of　his　grandfather；　could　take　charge　of　it。　Through　persuasion　he　managed　to　get　the　majority　of　houses　painted　blue　in　time　for　the　date　of　national　independence。　At　the　urging　of　Father　Nicanor；　he　arranged　for　the　transfer　of　Catarino’s　store　to　a　back　street　and　he　closed　down　several　scandalous　establishments　that　prospered　in　the　center　of　town。　Once　he　returned　with　six　policemen　armed　with　rifles　to　whom　he　entrusted　the　maintenance　of　order；　and　no　one　remembered　the　original　agreement　not　to　have　armed　men　in　the　town。　Aureliano　enjoyed　his　fatherinlaw’s　efficiency。　“You’re　going　to　get　as　fat　as　he　is；？his　friends　would　say　to　him。　But　his　sedentary　life；　which　accentuated　his　cheekbones　and　concentrated　the　sparkle　of　his　eyes；　did　not　increase　his　weight　or　alter　the　parsimony　of　his　character；　but；　on　the　contrary；　it　hardened　on　his　lips　the　straight　line　of　solitary　meditation　and　implacable　decision。　So　deep　was　the　affection　that　he　and　his　wife　had　succeeded　in　arousing　in　both　their　families　that　when　Remedios　announced　that　she　was　going　to　have　a　child。　even　Rebeca　and　Amaranta　declared　a　truce　in　order　to　knit　items　in　blue　wool　if　it　was　to　be　a　boy　and　in　pink　wool　in　case　it　was　a　girl。　She　was　the　last　person　Arcadio　thought　about　a　few　years　later　when　he　faced　the　firing　squad。
　　　？rsula　ordered　a　mourning　period　of　closed　doors　and　windows；　with　no　one　entering　or　leaving　except　on　matters　of　utmost　necessity。　She　prohibited　any　talking　aloud　for　a　year　and　she　put　Remedios？daguerreotype　in　the　place　where　her　body　had　been　laid　out；　with　a　black　ribbon　around　it　and　an　oil　lamp　that　was　always　kept　lighted。　Future　generations；　who　never　let　the　lamp　go　out；　would　be　puzzled　at　that　girl　in　a　pleated　skirt；　white　boots；　and　with　an　andy　band　around　her　head；　and　they　were　never　able　to　connect　her　with　the　standard　image　of　a　greatgrandmother。　Amaranta　took　charge　of　Aureliano　Jos？　She　adopted　him　as　a　son　who　would　share　her　solitude　and　relieve　her　from　the　involutary　laudanum　that　her　mad　beseeching　had　thrown　into　Remedios？coffee。　Pietro　Crespi　would　tiptoe　in　at　dusk；　with　a　black　ribbon　on　his　hat；　and　he　would　pay　a　silent　visit　to　Rebeca；　who　seemed　to　be　bleeding　to　death　inside　the　black　dress　with　sleeves　down　to　her　wrists。　Just　the　idea　of　thinking　about　a　new　date　for　the　wedding　would　have　been　so　irreverent　that　the　engagement　turned　into　an　eternal　relationship；　a　fatigued　love　that　no　one　worried　about　again；　as　if　the　lovers；　who　in　other　days　had　sabotaged　the　lamps　in　order　to　kiss；　had　been　abandoned　to　the　free　will　of　death。　Having　lost　her　bearings；　pletely　demoralized；　Rebeca　began　eating　earth　again。
　　　Suddenly—when　the　mourning　had　gone　on　so　long　that　the　needlepoint　sessions　began　again—someone　pushed　open　the　street　door　at　two　in　the　afternoon　in　the　mortal　silence　of　the　heat　and　the　braces　in　the　foundation　shook　with　such　force　that　Amaranta　and　her　friends　sewing　on　the　porch；　Rebeca　sucking　her　finger　in　her　bedroom；　？rsula　in　the　kitchen；　Aureliano　in　the　workshop；　and　even　Jos？Arcadio　Buendía　under　the　solitary　chestnut　tree　had　the　impression　that　an　earthquake　was　breaking　up　the　house。　A　huge　man　had　arrived。　His　square　shoulders　barely　fitted　through　the　doorways。　He　was　wearing　a　medal　of　Our　Lady　of　Help　around　his　bison　neck；　his　arms　and　chest　were　pletely　covered　with　cryptic　tattooing；　and　on　his　right　wrist　was　the　tight　copper　bracelet　of　the　ni？osencruz　amulet。　His　skin　was　tanned　by　the　salt　of　the　open　air；　his　hair　was　short　and　straight　like　the　mane　of　a　mule；　his　jaws　were　of　iron；　and　he　wore　a　sad　smile。　He　had　a　belt　on　that　was　twice　as　thick　as　the　cinch　of　a　horse；　boots　with　leggings　and　spurs　and　iron　on　the　heels；　and　his　presence　gave　the　quaking　impression　of　a　seismic　tremor。　He　went　through　the　parlor　and　the　living　room；　carrying　some　halfworn　saddlebags　in　his　hand；　and　he　appeared　like　a　thunderclap　on　the　porch　with　the　begonias　where　Amaranta　and　her　friends　were　paralyzed；　their　needles　in　the　air。　“Hello；？he　said　to　them　in　a　tired　voice；　threw　the　saddlebags　on　a　worktable；　and　went　by　on　his　way　to　the　back　of　the　house。　“Hello；？he　said　to　the　startled　Rebecca；　who　saw　him　pass　by　the　door　of　her　bedroom。　“Hello；？he　said　to　Aureliano；　who　was　at　his　silversmith’s　bench　with　all　five　senses　alert。　He　did　not　linger　with　anyone。　He　went　directly　to　the　kitchen　and　there　he　stopped　for　the　first　time　at　the　end　of　a　trip　that　had　begun　of　the　other　side　of　the　world。　“Hello；？he　said。　？rsula　stood　for　a　fraction　of　a　second　with　her　mouth　open；　looked　into　his　eyes；　gave　a　cry；　and　flung　her　arms　around　his　neck；　shouting　and　weeping　with　joy。　It　was　Jos？Arcadio。　He　was　returning　as　poor　as　when　he　had　left；　to　such　an　extreme　that　？rsula　had　to　give　him　two　pesos　to　pay　for　the　rental　of　his　horse。　He　spoke　a　Spanish　that　was　larded　with　sailor　slang。　They　asked　where　he　had　been　and　he　answered：　“Out　there。？He　hung　his　hammock　in　the　room　they　assigned　him　and　slept　for　three　days。　When　he　woke　up；　after　eating　sixteen　raw　eggs；　he　went　directly　to　Catarino’s　store；　where　his　monumental　size　provoked　a　panic　of　curiosity　among　the　women。　He　called　for　music　and　cane　liquor　for　everyone；　to　be　put　on　his　bill。　He　would　Indianwrestle　with　five　men　at　the　same　time。　“It　can’t　be　done；？they　said；　convinced　that　they　would　not　be　able　to　move　his　arm。　“He　has　ni？osencruz。？Catarino；　who　did　not　believe　in　magical　tricks　of　strength；　bet　him　twelve　pesos　that　he　could　not