One Hundred Years of Solitude

was entering a fruitful age.
She was not beautiful, as
Amaranta had never been, but
on the other hand she was
pleasant, uncomplicated, and
she had the virtue of making
a good impression on people
from the first moment. She
had a modem spirit that
wounded the antiquated
sobriety and poorly disguised
miserly heart of Fernanda,
and that, on the other hand,
Aureliano Segundo took