One Hundred Years of Solitude

linear, solemn, and had a
pensive air and the sadness of
a Saracen and a mournful
glow on his face that was the
color of autumn. He was the
one who most resembled his
mother, Santa Sofía de la
Piedad. Úrsula reproached
herself for the habit of
forgetting about him when
she spoke about the family,
but when she sensed him in
the house again and noticed
that the colonel let him into