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dical　hand；　with　the　same　green　ink；　and　the　same　delicacy　of　words　with　which　the　instructions　for　the　operation　of　the　pianola　were　written；　and　she　folded　the　letter　with　the　tips　of　her　fingers　and　hid　it　in　her　bosom；　looking　at　Amparo　Moscote　with　an　expression　of　endless　and　unconditional　gratitude　and　a　silent　promise　of　plicity　unto　death。
　　　The　sudden　friendship　between　Amparo　Moscote　and　Rebeca　Buendía　awakened　the　hopes　of　Aureliano。　The　memory　of　little　Remedios　had　not　stopped　tormenting　him；　but　he　had　not　found　a　chance　to　see　her。　When　he　would　stroll　through　town　with　his　closest　friends；　Magnífico　Visbal　and　Gerineldo　Márquez—the　sons　of　the　founders　of　the　same　names—he　would　look　for　her　in　the　sewing　shop　with　an　anxious　glance；　but　he　saw　only　the　older　sisters。　The　presence　of　Amparo　Moscote　in　the　house　was　like　a　premonition。　“She　has　to　e　with　her；？Aureliano　would　say　to　himself　in　a　low　voice。　“She　has　to　e。？He　repeated　it　so　many　times　and　with　such　conviction　that　one　afternoon　when　he　was　putting　together　a　little　gold　fish　in　the　work　shop；　he　had　the　certainty　that　she　had　answered　his　call。　Indeed；　a　short　time　later　he　heard　the　childish　voice；　and　when　he　looked　up　his　heart　froze　with　terror　as　he　saw　the　girl　at　the　door；　dressed　in　pink　organdy　and　wearing　white　boots。
　　　“You　can’t　go　in　there；　Remedios；　Amparo　Moscote　said　from　the　hall。　They’re　working。？
　　　But　Aureliano　did　not　give　her　time　to　respond。　He　picked　up　the　little　fish　by　the　chain　that　came　through　its　mouth　and　said　to　her。
　　　“e　in。？
　　　Remedios　went　over　and　asked　some　questions　about　the　fish　that　Aureliano　could　not　answer　because　he　was　seized　with　a　sudden　attack　of　asthma。　He　wanted　to　stay　beside　that　lily　skin　forever；　beside　those　emerald　eyes；　close　to　that　voice　that　called　him　“sir？with　every　question。　showing　the　same　respect　that　she　gave　her　father。　Melquíades　was　in　the　corner　seated　at　the　desk　scribbling　indecipherable　signs。　Aureliano　hated　him。　All　he　could　do　was　tell　Remedios　that　he　was　going　to　give　her　the　little　fish　and　the　girl　was　so　startled　by　the　offer　that　she　left　the　workshop　as　fast　as　she　could。　That　afternoon　Aureliano　lost　the　hidden　patience　with　which　he　had　waited　for　a　chance　to　see　her。　He　neglected　his　work。　In　several　desperate　efforts　of　concentration　he　willed　her　to　appear　but　Remedios　did　not　respond。　He　looked　for　her　in　her　sisters？shop；　behind　the　window　shades　in　her　house；　in　her　father’s　office；　but　he　found　her　only　in　the　image　that　saturated　his　private　and　terrible　solitude。　He　would　spend　whole　hours　with　Rebeca　in　the　parlor　listening　to　the　music　on　the　pianola。　She　was　listening　to　it　because　it　was　the　music　with　which　Pietro　Crespi　had　taught　them　how　to　dance。　Aureliano　listened　to　it　simply　because　everything；　even　music；　reminded　him　of　Remedios。
　　　The　house　became　full　of　loves　Aureliano　expressed　it　in　poetry　that　had　no　beginning　or　end。　He　would　write　it　on　the　harsh　pieces　of　parchment　that　Melquíades　gave　him；　on　the　bathroom　walls；　on　the　skin　of　his　arms；　and　in　all　of　it　Remedios　would　appear　transfigured：　Remedios　in　the　soporific　air　of　two　in　the　afternoon；　Remedios　in　the　soft　breath　of　the　roses；　Remedios　in　the　water…clock　secrets　of　the　moths；　Remedios　in　the　steaming　morning　bread；　Remedios　everywhere　and　Remedios　forever。　Rebeca　waited　for　her　love　at　four　in　the　afternoon；　embroidering　by　the　window。　She　knew　that　the　mailman’s　mule　arrived　only　every　two　weeks；　but　she　always　waited　for　him；　convinced　that　he　was　going　to　arrive　on　some　other　day　by　mistake。　It　happened　quite　the　opposite：　once　the　mule　did　not　e　on　the　usual　day。　Mad　with　desperation；　Rebeca　got　up　in　the　middle　of　the　night　and　ate　handfuls　of　earth　in　the　garden　with　a　suicidal　drive；　weeping　with　pain　and　fury；　chewing　tender　earthworms　and　chipping　her　teeth　on　snail　shells。　She　vomited　until　dawn。　She　fell　into　a　state　of　feverish　prostration；　lost　consciousness；　and　her　heart　went　into　a　shameless　delirium。　？rsula；　scandalized；　forced　the　lock　on　her　trunk　and　found　at　the　bottom；　tied　together　with　pink　ribbons；　the　sixteen　perfumed　letters　and　the　skeletons　of　leaves　and　petals　preserved　in　old　books　and　the　dried　butterflies　that　turned　to　powder　at　the　touch。
　　　Aureliano　was　the　only　one　capable　of　understanding　such　desolation。　That　afternoon；　while　？rsula　was　trying　to　rescue　Rebeca　from　the　slough　of　delirium；　he　went　with　Magnífico　Visbal　and　Gerineldo　Márquez　to　Catarino’s　store。　The　establishment　had　been　expanded　with　a　gallery　of　wooden　rooms　where　single　women　who　smelled　of　dead　flowers　lived。　A　group　made　up　of　an　accordion　and　drums　played　the　songs　of　Francisco　the　Man；　who　had　not　been　seen　in　Macondo　for　several　years。　The　three　friends　drank　fermented　cane　juice。　Magnífico　and　Gerineldo；　contemporaries　of　Aureliano　but　more　skilled　in　the　ways　of　the　world；　drank　methodically　with　the　women　seated　on　their　laps。　One　of　the　women；　withered　and　with　goldwork　on　her　teeth；　gave　Aureliano　a　caress　that　made　him　shudder。　He　rejected　her。　He　had　discovered　that　the　more　he　drank　the　more　he　thought　about　Remedios；　but　he　could　bear　the　torture　of　his　recollections　better。　He　did　not　know　exactly　when　he　began　to　float。　He　saw　his　friends　and　the　women　sailing　in　a　radiant　glow；　without　weight　or　mass；　saying　words　that　did　not　e　out　of　their　mouths　and　making　mysterious　signals　that　did　not　correspond　to　their　expressions。　Catarino　put　a　hand　on　his　shoulder　and　said　to　him：　“It’s　going　on　eleven。？Aureliano　turned　his　head；　saw　the　enormous　disfigured　face　with　a　felt　flower　behind　the　ear；　and　then　he　lost　his　memory；　as　during　the　times　of　forgetfulness；　and　he　recovered　it　on　a　strange　dawn　and　in　a　room　that　was　pletely　foreign；　where　Pilar　Ternera　stood　in　her　slip；　barefoot；　her　hair　down；　holding　a　lamp　over　him；　startled　with　disbelief。
　　　“Aureliano！？
　　　Aureliano　checked　his　feet　and　raised　his　head。　He　did　not　know　how　he　had　e　there；　but　he　knew　what　his　aim　was；　because　he　had　carried　it　hidden　since　infancy　in　an　inviolable　backwater　of　his　heart。
　　　“I’ve　e　to　sleep　with　you；？he　said。
　　　His　clothes　were　smeared　with　mud　and　vomit。　Pilar　Ternera；　who　lived　alone　at　that　time　with　her　two　younger　children；　did　not　ask　him　any　questions。　She　took　him　to　the　bed。　She　cleaned　his　face　with　a　damp　cloth；　took　of　his　clothes；　and　then　got　pletely　undressed　and　lowered　the　mosquito　netting　so　that　her　children　would　not　see　them　if　they　woke　up。　She　had　bee　tired　of　waiting　for　the　man　who　would　stay；　of　the　men　who　left；　of　the　countless　men　who　missed　the　road　to　her　house；　confused　by　the　uncertainty　of　the　cards。　During　the　wait　her　skin　had　bee　wrinkled；　her　breasts　had　withered；　the　coals　of　her　heart　had　gone　out。　She　felt　for　Aureliano　in　the　darkness；　put　her　hand　on　his　stomach　and　kissed　him　on　the　neck　with　a　maternal　tenderness。　“My　poor　child；？she　murmured。　Aureliano　shuddered。　With　a　calm　skill；　without　the　slightest　misstep；　he　left　his　accumulated　grief　behind　and　found　Remedios　changed　into　a　swamp　without　horizons；　smelling　of　a　raw　animal　and　recently　ironed　clothes。　When　he　came　to　the　surface　he　was　weeping。　First　they　were　involuntary　and　broken　sobs。　Then　he　emptied　himself　out　in　an　unleashed　flow；　feeling　that　something　swollen　and　painful　had　burst　inside　of　him。　She　waited；　snatching　his　head　with　the　tips　of　her　fingers；　until　his　body　got　rid　of　the　dark　material　that　would　not　let　him　live。　They　Pilar　Ternera　asked　him：　“Who　is　it？？And　Aureliano　told　her。　She　let　out　a　laugh　that　in　other　times　frightened　the　doves　and　that　now　did　not　even　wake　up　the　children。　“You’ll　have　to　raise　her　first；？she　mocked；　but　underneath　the　mockery　Aureliano　found　a　reservoir　of　understanding。　When　he　went　out　of　the　room；　leaving　behind　not　only　his　doubts　about　his　virility　but　also　the　bitter　weight　that　his　heart　had　borne　for　so　many　months；　Pilar　Ternera　made　him　a　spontaneous　promise。
　　　“I’m　going　to　talk　to　the　girl；？she　told　him；　“and　you’ll　see　what　I’ll　serve　her　on　the　tray。？
　　　She　kept　her　promise。　But　it　was　a　bad　moment；　because　the　house　had　lost　its　peace　of　former　days。　When　she　discovered　Rebeca’s　passion；　which　was　impossible　to　keep　secret　because　of　her　shouts；　Amaranta　suffered　an　attack　of　fever。　She　also　suffered　from　the　barb　of　a　lonely　love。　Shut　up　in　the　bathroom；　she　would　release　herself　from　the　torment　of　a　hopeless　passion　by　writing　feverish　letters；　which　she　finally　hid　in　the　bottom　of　her　trunk。　？rsula　barely　had　the　strength　to　take　care　of　the　two　sick　girls。　She　was　unable；　after　prolonged　and　insidious　interrogations；　to　ascertain　the　causes　of　Amaranta’s　prostration。　Finally；　in　another　moment　of　inspiration；　she　forced　the　lock　on　the　trunk　and　found　the　letters　tied　with　a　pink　ribbon；　swollen　with　fresh　lilies　and　still　wet　with　tears；　addressed　and　never　sent　to　Pietro　Crespi。　Weeping　with　rage；　she　cursed　the　day　that　it　had　occurred　to　her　to　buy　the　pianola；　and　she　forbade　the　embroidery　lessons　and　decreed　a　kind　of　mourning　with　no　one　dead　which　was　to　be　prolonged　until　the　daughters　got　over　their　hopes。　Useless　was　the　intervention　of　Jos？Arcadio　Buendía；　who　had　modified　his　first　impression　of　Pietro　Crespi　and　admired　his　ability　in　the　manipulation　of　musical　machines。　So　that　when　Pilar　Ternera　told　Aureliano　that　Remedios　had　decided　on　marriage；　he　could　see　that　the　news　would　only　give　his　parents　more　trouble。　Invited　to　the　parlor　for　a　formal　interview；　Jos？Arcadio　Buendía　and　？rsula　listened　stonily　to　their　son’s　declaration。　When　he　learned　the　name　of　the　fiancée；　however；　Jos？Arcadio　Buendía　grew　red　with　indignation。　“Love　is　a　disease；？he　thundered。　“With　so　many　pretty　and　decent　girls　around；　the　only　thing　that　occurs　to　you　is　to　get　married　to　the　daughter　of　our　enemy。？But　？rsula　agreed　with　the　choice。　She　confessed　her　affection　for　the　seven　Moscote　sisters。　for　their　beauty；　their　ability　for　work；　their　modesty；　and　their　good　manners；　and　she　celebrated　her　son’s　prudence。　Conquered　by　his　wife’s　enthusiasm；　Jos？Arcadio　Buendía　then　laid　down　one　condition：　Rebeca；　who　was　the　one　he　wanted；　would　marry　Pietro　Crespi。　？rsula　would　take　Amaranta　on　a　trip　to　the　capital　of　the　province　when　she　had　time；　so　that　contact　with　different　people　would　alleviate　her　disappointment。　Rebeca　got　her　health　back　just　as　soon　as　she　heard　of　the　agreement；　and　she　wrote　her　fianc？a　jubilant　letter　that　she　submitted　to　her　parents？approval　and　put　into　the　mail　without　the　use　of　any　intermediaries。　Amaranta　pretended　to　accept　the　decision　and　little　by　little　she　recovered　from　her　fevers；　but　she　promised　herself　that　Rebeca　would　marry　only　over　her　dead　body。
　　　The　following　Saturday　Jos？Arcadio　Buendía　put　on　his　dark　suit；　his　celluloid　collar；　and　the　deerskin　boots　that　he　had　worn　for　the　first　time　the　night　of　the　party；　and　went　to　ask　for　the　hand　of　Remedios　Moscote。　The　magistrate　and　his　wife　received　him；　pleased　and　worried　at　the　same　time；　for　they　did　not　know　the　reason　for　the　unexpected　visit；　and　then　they　thought　that　he　was　confused　about　the　name　of　the　intended　bride。