Carmelita Montiel, a
twenty-year-old virgin, had
just bathed in orange-blossom
water and was strewing
rosemary leaves on Pilar
Terneras bed when the shot
rang out. Aureliano José had
been destined to find with her
the happiness that Amaranta
had denied him, to have
seven children, and to die in
her arms of old age, but the
bullet that entered his back
and shattered his chest had
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