One Hundred Years of Solitude

them a new place in the
world. Rebeca, contrary to
what might have been
expected, was the more
beautiful. She had a light
complexion, large and
peaceful eyes, and magical
hands that seemed to work
out the design of the
embroidery with invisible
threads. Amaranta, the
younger, was somewhat
graceless, but she had the
natural distinction, the inner