One Hundred Years of Solitude

both were conscious of being
adversaries and accomplices
at the same time and the
affray degenerated into a
conventional gambol and the
attacks became caresses.
Suddenly, almost playfully,
like one more bit of mischief,
Amaranta Úrsula dropped her
defense, and when she tried
to recover, frightened by what
she herself had made
possible, it was too late. A
great commotion