One Hundred Years of Solitude

proclaimed queen. Úrsula,
who shuddered at the
disquieted beauty of her
great-granddaughter, could
not prevent the choice. Until
then she had succeeded in
keeping her off the streets
unless it was to go to mass
with Amaranta, but she made
her cover her face with a
black shawl. The most
impious men, those who
would disguise themselves as
priests to say sacrilegious