One Hundred Years of Solitude

other daughters, all
unmarried, and at an age
where they deserve it, who
would be delighted to be the
honorable wife of a
gentleman as serious and
hard-working as your son,
and Aurelito lays his eyes
precisely on the one who still
wets her bed. His wife, a
well-preserved woman with
afflicted eyelids and
expression, scolded his
mistake. When they finished