One Hundred Years of Solitude

in black velvet between
Amaranta and Rebeca. He
had the same languor and the
same clairvoyant look that he
would have years later as he
faced the firing squad. But he
still had not sensed the
premonition of his fate. He
was an expert silversmith,
praised all over the
swampland for the delicacy
of his work. In the workshop,
which he shared with
Melquíades mad laboratory,