One Hundred Years of Solitude

and led her to the altar. She
behaved as naturally, with
such discretion, that she did
not lose her composure, not
even when Aureliano dropped
the ring as he tried to put it on
her finger. In the midst of the.
murmurs and confusion of the
guests, she kept her arm with
the fingerless lace glove held
up and remained like that
with her ring finger ready
until the bridegroom managed
to stop the ring with his foot