One Hundred Years of Solitude

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the chubby and smiling Mr.
Herbert, who ate at the house.


            No  one had noticed him at

the table until the first bunch
of bananas had been eaten.
Aureliano Segundo had come
across him by chance as he
protested In broken Spanish
because there were no rooms
at the Hotel Jacob, and as he
frequently did with strangers,
he took him home. He was in
the captive-balloon business,

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