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She had just finished saying it when Fernanda felt a delicate wind of light pull the sheets out of her hands and
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sheet so that she would not fall down at the instant in which Remedios the Beauty began to rise. 2rsula, almost
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Colonel Aureliano Buendaa had reasons that were still very confused and were against that determination. When
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dogs with its bark?athe old soldier grew indignant with the servile excitement of the people and he realized that
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discharge of a Mauser that split his head open. On that night of death, while the house was preparing to hold a
wake for the four corpses, Fernanda ran through the town like a madwoman looking for Aureliano Segundo,
whom Petra Cotes had locked up in a closet, thinking that the order of extermination included all who bore the
colonel’s name. She would not let him out until the fourth day, when the telegrams received from different places
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condolence in which he promised an exhaustive investigation and paid homage to the dead men. At his
command, the mayor appeared at the services with four funeral wreaths, which he tried to place on the coffins,
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with the wild interpretations he gave from the pulpit, appeared one afternoon at the house with the goblet in
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man who had been beaten down by half a century in the open air. “Say hello to your father,?2rsula told him. He
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that solitary rite lacked all sensuality and was simply a way of passing the time until she was hungry. One day, as
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seats of episcopal velvet, and a roof of blue glass. Also arriving on the special car, fluttering around Mr. Brown,
were the solemn lawyers dressed in black who in different times had followed Colonel Aureliano Buendaa
everywhere, and that led the people to think that the agronomists, hydrologists, topographers, and surveyors, like
Mr. Herbert with his captive balloons and his colored butterflies and Mr. Brown with his mausoleum on wheels
and his ferocious German shepherd dogs, had something to do with the war. There was not much time to think
about it, however, because the suspicious inhabitants of Macondo barely began to wonder what the devil was
going on when the town had already become transformed into an encampment of wooden houses with zinc roofs
inhabited by foreigners who arrived on the train from halfway around the world, riding not only on the seats and
platforms but even on the roof of the coaches. The gringos, who later on brought their languid wives in muslin
dresses and large veiled hats,wow power leveling, built a separate town across the railroad tracks with streets lined with palm trees,
houses with screened windows, small white tables on the terraces, and fans mounted on the ceilings, and
extensive blue lawns with peacocks and quails. The section was surrounded by a metal fence topped with a band
of electrified chicken wire which during the cool summer mornings would be black with roasted swallows. No
one knew yet what they were after, or whether they were actually nothing but philanthropists, and they had
already caused a colossal disturbance, much more than that of the old gypsies, but less transitory and

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merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for the character who had died
and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears of affliction had been shed would reappear alive and
transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the
actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno
Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional
outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many felt that they had been the victims of some
new and showy gypsy business and they decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had
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too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings. Something similar
happened with the cylinder phonographs that the merry matrons from France brought with them as a substitute
for the antiquated hand organs and that for a time had serious effects on the livelihood of the band of musicians.
At first curiosity increased the clientele on the forbidden street and there was even word of respectable ladies
who disguised themselves as workers in order to observe the novelty of the phonograph from first hand,flyff penya, but from
so much and such close observation they soon reached the conclusion that it was not an enchanted mill as
everyone had thought and as the matrons had said, but a mechanical trick that could not be compared with
something so moving, so human, and so full of everyday truth as a band of musicians. It was such a serious
disappointment that when phonographs became so popular that there was one in every house they were not
considered objects for amusement for adults but as something good for children to take apart. On the other hand,
when someone from the town had the opportunity to test the crude reality of the telephone installed in the
railroad station, which was thought to be a rudimentary version of the phonograph because of its crank, even the
most incredulous were upset. It was as if God had decided to put to the test every capacity for surprise and was
keeping the inhabitants of Macondo in a permanent alternation between excitement and disappointment, doubt
and revelation,star trek online credits, to such an extreme that no one knew for certain where the limits of reality lay. It was an intricate
stew of truths and mirages that convulsed the ghost of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa under the chestnut tree with
impatience and made him wander all through the house even in broad daylight. Ever since the railroad had been
officially inaugurated and had begun to arrive with regularity on Wednesdays at eleven o’clock and the primitive
wooden station with a desk, a telephone,warcraft gold, and a ticket window had been built, on the streets of Macondo men and
women were seen who had adopted everyday and normal customs and manners but who really looked like
people out of a circus. In a town that had chafed under the tricks of the gypsies there was no future for those
ambulatory acrobats of commerce who with equal effrontery offered a whistling kettle and a daily regime that
would assure the salvation of the soul on the seventh day; but from those who let themselves be convinced out of
fatigue and the ones who were always unwary, they reaped stupendous benefits. Among those theatrical
creatures, wearing riding breeches and leggings, a pith helmet and steel-rimmed glasses,star trek power leveling, with topaz eyes and the
skin of a thin rooster, there arrived in Macondo on one of so many Wednesdays the chubby and smiling Mr.
Herbert, who ate at the house.
No one had noticed him at the table until the first bunch of bananas had been eaten. Aureliano Segundo had