exhalation and she thought
that it was a signal of death.
She was still under the
chestnut tree, sobbing at her
husbands knees, when they
brought in Colonel Aureliano
Buendía, wrapped in a
blanket that was stiff with dry
blood and with his eyes open
in rage.
He was out of danger. Thebullet had followed such a
neat path that the doctor was