One Hundred Years of Solitude

been done out of love, but she
would not allow herself to
become upset by the
confusion and went on
perfecting the details so
minutely that she came to be
more than a specialist and
was a virtuoso in the rites of
death. The only thing that she
did not keep In mind in her
fearsome plan was that in
spite of her pleas to God she
might die before Rebeca.
That was, in fact, what