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vinegar, then with ashes and lemon, and finally they put him in a barrel of lye and let him stay for six hours.
They scrubbed him so much that the arabesques of his tattooing began to fade. When they thought of the
desperate measure of seasoning him with pepper, cumin seeds, and laurel leaves and boiling him for a whole day
over a slow fire, he had already begun to decompose and they had to bury him hastily. They sealed him
hermetically in a special coffin seven and a half feet long and four feet wide, reinforced inside with iron plates
and fastened together with steel bolts, and even then the smell could be perceived on the streets through which
the funeral procession passed. Father Nicanor, with his liver enlarged and tight as a drum, gave him his blessing
from bed. Although in the months that followed they reinforced the grave with walls about it, between which
they threw compressed ash, sawdust, and quicklime,9dragons gold, the cemetery still smelled of powder for many years after,
until the engineers from the banana company covered the grave over with a shell of concrete. As soon as they
took the body out, Rebeca closed the doors of her house and buried herself alive, covered with a thick crust of
disdain that no earthly temptation was ever able to break. She went out into the street on one occasion, when she
was very old, with shoes the color of old silver and a hat made of tiny flowers, during the time that the
Wandering Jew passed through town and brought on a heat wave that was so intense that birds broke through
window screens to come to die in the bedrooms. The last time anyone saw her alive was when with one shot she
killed a thief who was trying to force the door of her house. Except for Arg|nida, her servant and confidante, no
one ever had any more contact with her after that. At one time it was discovered that she was writing letters to
the Bishop, whom she claimed as a first cousin. but it was never said whether she received any reply. The town
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forgot about her.
In spite of his triumphal return, Colonel Aureliano Buendaa was not enthusiastic over the looks of things. The
government troops abandoned their positions without resistance and that aroused an illusion of victory among the
Liberal population that it was not right to destroy,age of conan power leveling, but the revolutionaries knew the truth, Colonel Aureliano
Buendaa better than any of them. Although at that moment he had more than five thousand men under his
command and held two coastal states, he had the feeling of being hemmed in against the sea and caught in a
situation that was so confused that when he ordered the restoration of the church steeple, which had been
knocked down by army cannon fire, Father Nicanor commented from his sickbed: “This is silly; the defenders of
the faith of Christ destroy the church and the Masons order it rebuilt.?Looking for a loophole through which he
could escape, he spent hours on end in the telegraph office conferring with the commanders of other towns,buy aion gold, and
every time he would emerge with the firmest impression that the war was at a stalemate. When news of fresh
liberal victories was received it was celebrated with jubilant proclamations, but he would measure the real extent
of them on the map and could see that his forces were penetrating into the jungle, defending themselves against
malaria and mosquitoes, advancing in the opposite direction from reality. “We’re wasting time,?he would
complain to his officers. “We’re wasting time while the bastards in the party are begging for seats in congress.?
Lying awake at night,buy warcraft gold, stretched out on his back in a hammock in the same room where he had awaited death, he
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soon as the men came in, before being introduced, they gave them chairs to sit on. But they both remained
standing.
“Very well, my friend,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa said, “you may stay here, not because you have those bandits
with shotguns at the door, but out of consideration for your wife and daughters.?
Don Apolinar Moscote was upset, but Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not give him time to reply. “We only make
two conditions,?he went on. “The first: that everyone can paint his house the color he feels like. The second: that
the soldiers leave at once. We will guarantee order for you.?The magistrate raised his right hand with all the
fingers extended.
“Your word of honor??
“The word of your enemy,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa said. And he added in a bitter tone: “Because I must tell you
one thing: you and I are still enemies.?
The soldiers left that same afternoon. A few days later Jos?Arcadio Buendaa found a house for the magistrate’s
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family. Everybody was at peace except Aureliano. The image of Remedios, the magistrate’s younger daughter,
who, because of her age, could have been his daughter,age of conan power leveling, kept paining him in some part of his body. It was a
physical sensation that almost bothered him when he walked, like a pebble in his shoe.
Chapter 4
THE NEW HOUSE, white, like a dove, was inaugurated with a dance. 2rsula had got that idea from the
afternoon when she saw Rebeca and Amaranta changed into adolescents, and it could almost have been said that
the main reason behind the construction was a desire to have a proper place for the girls to receive visitors. In
order that nothing would be lacking in splendor she worked like a galley slave as the repairs were under way, so
that before they were finished she had ordered costly necessities for the decorations, the table service,eve isk, and the
marvelous invention that was to arouse the astonishment of the town and the jubilation of the young people: the
pianola. They delivered it broken down, packed in several boxes that were unloaded along with the Viennese
furniture, the Bohemian crystal, the table service from the Indies Company, the tablecloths from Holland, and a
rich variety of lamps and candlesticks, hangings and drapes. The import house sent along at its own expense an
Italian expert, Pietro Crespi, to assemble and tune the pianola, to instruct the purchasers in its functioning, and to
teach them how to dance the latest music printed on its six paper rolls.
Pietro Crespi was young and blond, the most handsome and well mannered man who had ever been seen in
Macondo, so scrupulous in his dress that in spite of the suffocating heat he would work in his brocade vest and
heavy coat of dark cloth. Soaked in sweat, keeping a reverent distance from the owners of the house, he spent
several weeks shut up is the parlor with a dedication much like that of Aureliano in his silverwork. One morning,conan gold,
without opening the door, without calling anyone to witness the miracle,buy rs money, he placed the first roll in the pianola and