One Hundred Years of Solitude

continued to profit from the
usurped lands, the title to
which was recognized by the
Conservative government.
Every afternoon he could be
seen returning on horseback,
with his hunting dogs and his
double-barreled shotgun and
a string of rabbits hanging
from his saddle. One
September afternoon, with
the threat of a storm, he
returned home earlier than
usual. He greeted Rebeca in