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She had been chosen as the most beautiful of the five thousand most beautiful women in the land and they had
brought her to Macondo with the promise of naming her Queen of Madagascar. 2rsula took care of her as if she
were her own daughter. The town, instead of doubting her innocence, pitied her candor. Six months after the
massacre, when the wounded had recovered and the last flowers on the mass grave had withered, Aureliano
Segundo went to fetch her from the distant city where she lived with her father and he married her in Macondo
with a noisy celebration that lasted twenty days.
Chapter 11
THE MARRIAGE was on the point of breaking up after two months because Aureliano Segundo, in an attempt
to placate Petra Cotes, had a picture taken of her dressed as the Queen of Madagascar. When Fernanda found out
about it she repacked her bridal trunks and left Macondo without saying good-bye. Aureliano Segundo caught up
with her on the swamp road. After much pleading and promises of reform he succeeded in getting her to come
home and he abandoned his concubine.
Petra Cotes, aware of her strength, showed no signs of worry. She had made a man of him. While he was still a
child she had drawn him out of Melquaades?room, his head full of fantastic ideas and lacking any contact with
reality, and she had given him a place in the world. Nature had made him reserved and withdrawn. with
tendencies toward solitary meditation, and she had molded an opposite character in him,buy rs money, one that was vital,
expansive, open,perfect world money, and she had injected him with a joy for living and a pleasure in spending and celebrating until
she had converted him inside and out, into the man she had dreamed of for herself ever since adolescence. Then
he married, as all sons marry sooner or later. He did not dare tell her the news. He assumed an attitude that was
quite childish under the circumstances, feigning anger and imaginary resentment so that Petra Cotes would be the
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one who would bring about the break. One day, when Aureliano Segundo reproached her unjustly, she eluded the
trap and put things in their proper place.
“What it all means,?she said, “is that you want to marry the queen.?
Aureliano Segundo, ashamed,Phantasy Star Universe Meseta, pretended an attack of rage, said that he was misunderstood and abused, and did
not visit her again. Petra Cotes, without losing her poise of a wild beast in repose for a single instant, heard the
music and the fireworks from the wedding, the wild bustle of the celebration as if all of it were nothing but some
new piece of mischief on the part of Aureliano Segundo. Those who pitied her fate were calmed with a smile.
“Don’t worry,?she told them. “Queens run errands for me.?To a neighbor woman who brought her a set of
candles so that she could light up the picture of her lost lover with them, she said with an enigmatic security:
“The only candle that will make him come is always lighted.?
Just as she had foreseen, Aureliano Segundo went back to her house as soon as the honeymoon was over. He
brought his usual old friends, a traveling photographer,cheap runescape gold, and the gown and ermine cape soiled with blood that
Fernanda had worn during the carnival. In the heat of the merriment that broke out that evening, he had Petra

Italian are going to get married.?
Amaranta and Pietro Crespi had,runescape money, in fact, deepened their friendship, protected by 2rsula, who this time did not
think it necessary to watch over the visits. It was a twilight engagement. The Italian would arrive at dusk, with a
gardenia in his buttonhole,buy warcraft gold, and he would translate Petrarch’s sonnets for Amaranta. They would sit on the porch,
suffocated by the oregano and the roses, he reading and she sewing lace cuffs, indifferent to the shocks and bad
news of the war, until the mosquitoes made them take refuge in the parlor. Amaranta’s sensibility, her discreet but
enveloping tenderness had been wearing an invisible web about her fianc? which he had to push aside materially
with his pale and ringless fingers in order to leave the house at eight o’clock. They had put together a delightful
album with the postcards that Pietro Crespi received from Italy. They were pictures of lovers in lonely parks,
with vignettes of hearts pierced with arrows and golden ribbons held by doves. “I’ve been to this park in
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Florence,?Pietro Crespi would say,buy world of warcraft gold, going through the cards. “A person can put out his hand and the birds will
come to feed.?Sometimes, over a watercolor of Venice, nostalgia would transform the smell of mud and
putrefying shellfish of the canals into the warm aroma of flowers. Amaranta would sigh, laugh, and dream of a
second homeland of handsome men and beautiful women who spoke a childlike language with ancient cities of
whose past grandeur only the cats among the rubble remained. After crossing the ocean in search of it,buy rs money, after
having confused passion with the vehement stroking of Rebeca, Pietro Crespi had found love. Happiness was
accompanied by prosperity. His warehouse at that time occupied almost a whole block and it was a hothouse of
fantasy, with reproductions of the bell tower of Florence that told time with a concert of carillons, and music
boxes from Sorrento and compacts from China that sang five-note melodies when they were opened, and all the
musical instruments imaginable and all the mechanical toys that could be conceived. Bruno Crespi, his younger
brother, was in charge of the store because Pietro Crespi barely had enough time to take care of the music school.
Thanks to him the Street of the Turks, with its dazzling display of knickknacks, became a melodic oasis where
one could forget Arcadio’s arbitrary acts and the distant nightmare of the war. When 2rsula ordered the revival of
Sunday mass, Pietro Crespi donated a German harmonium to the church, organized a children’s chorus, and
prepared a Gregorian repertory that added a note of splendor to Father Nicanor’s quiet rite. No one doubted that
he would make Amaranta a fortunate mate. Not pushing their feelings, letting themselves be borne along by the
natural flow of their hearth they reached a point where all that was left to do was set a wedding date. They did
not encounter any obstacles. 2rsula accused herself inwardly of having twisted Rebecca’s destiny with repeated
postponements and she was not about to add more remorse. The rigor of the mourning for Remedios had been
relegated to the background by the mortifications of the war, Aureliano’s absence, Arcadio’s brutality, and the
expulsion of Jos?Arcadio and Rebeca. With the imminence of the wedding, Pietro Crespi had hinted that
Aureliano Jos? in whom he had stirred up a love that was almost filial, would be considered their oldest child.
Everything made Amaranta think that she was heading toward a smooth happiness. But unlike Rebeca, she did
not reveal the slightest anxiety. With the same patience with which she dyed tablecloths, sewed lace

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,
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