strength of her thighs, the
firmness of her breasts, her
habit of tenderness, but she
kept the madness of her heart
intact. Maddened by that
prodigious plaything, José
Arcadio followed her path
every night through the
labyrinth of the room. On a
certain occasion he found the
door barred, and he knocked
several times, knowing that if
he had the boldness to knock
the first time he would have
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