One Hundred Years of Solitude

had had at her age and the
way in which she said good-
bye, without crying but
without smiling either,
revealed the same strength of
character. Walking beside the
coach as it picked up speed
and holding Fernanda by the
arm so that she would not
stumble, Aureliano scarcely
had time to wave at his
daughter as she threw him a
kiss with the tips of her
fingers. The couple stood