One Hundred Years of Solitude

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fixed a stern look on her eyes.


            Go  home,   Mama,   he  said.

Get permission from the
authorities to come see me in
jail.


He looked at Amaranta,
who stood indecisively two
steps behind Úrsula, and he
smiled as he asked her, What
happened to your hand?
Amaranta raised the hand
with the black bandage. A
burn, she said, and took

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