One Hundred Years of Solitude

of his memory. While Úrsula
continued sweeping the
house, which was safe now
from being abandoned for the
rest of her life, he stood there
with an absorbed look,
contemplating the children
until his eyes became moist
and he dried them with the
back of his hand, exhaling a
deep sigh of resignation.

            All right,  he  said.   Tell    them

to come help me take the