One Hundred Years of Solitude

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nightgown and with two old
pistols that had belonged to
José Arcadio Buendía. He
gave his rifle to an officer
who had been disarmed in the
fight and escaped with
Amaranta through a nearby
street to take her home.
Úrsula was, in the doorway
waiting, indifferent to the
cannon shots that had opened
up a hole in the front of the
house next door. The rain was
letting up, but the streets were

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