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What a lark

Segundo was astonishedand he was so dirty and
so solemn that Petra Cotes almost believed that the one who had come to see her was not the lover
of all her life but his twin brother.
“You’re crazy” he told her. “Unless you plan to raffle off bones.”
Then she told him to look in the bedroom and Aureliano Segundo saw the mule. Its skin was
clinging to its bones like that of its mistressbut it was just as alive and resolute as she. Petra Cotes
had fed it with her wrathand when there was no more hay or corn or rootsshe had given it shelter
in her own bedroom and fed it on the percale sheetsthe Persian rugsthe plush bedspreadsthe
velvet drapesand the canopy embroidered with gold thread and silk tassels on the episcopal bed.
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GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUES ? ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE
Chapter 17
úRSULA HAD to make a great effort to fulfill her promise to die when it cleared. The waves of
lucidity that were so scarce during the rains became more frequent after Augustwhen an and wind
began to blow and suffocated the rose bushes and petrified the piles of mudand ended up
scattering over Macondo the burning dust that covered the rusted zinc roofs and the age-old almond
trees forever. � [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]