One Hundred Years of Solitude

been as many surprises and as
much dashing about as in
those days, but the new pitch
lamps were lighted on the
designated day and hour. The
house was opened, still
smelling of resin and damp
whitewash, and the children
and grandchildren of the
founders saw the porch with
ferns and begonias, the quiet
rooms, the garden saturated
with the fragrance of the
roses, and they gathered