One Hundred Years of Solitude

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her knees, emerald and topaz
rings, and with her straight
hair in a smooth bun held
behind her ears by swallow-
tail brooches. The man whom
she had married six months
before was a thin, older
Fleming with the look of a
sailor about him. She had
only to push open the door to
the parlor to realize that her
absence had been longer and
more destructive than she had
imagined.

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