One Hundred Years of Solitude

Indians, who were aware of
everything, for they went
ceaselessly about the house
on their stealthy feet,
discovered that Rebeca only
liked to eat the damp earth of
the courtyard and the cake of
whitewash that she picked of
the walls with her nails. It
was obvious that her parents,
or whoever had raised her,
had scolded her for that habit
because she did it secretively
and with a feeling of guilt,