One Hundred Years of Solitude

spent many hours without
speaking, content with their
reciprocal company, but
while Amaranta was inwardly
pleased in keeping the fire of
his devotion alive, he was
unaware of the secret designs
of that indecipherable heart.
When the news of his return
reached her, Amaranta had
been smothered by anxiety.
But when she saw him enter
the house in the middle of
Colonel Aureliano Buendías