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Chapter 3
Shehadbathsbuiltisthecourtyardintheshadeofthechestnuttree,oneforthewomenandanotherforthemen,andintherearalargestable,afencedinchickenyard,ashedforthemilkcows,andanaviaryopentothefourwindssothatwanderingbirdscouldroostthereattheirpleasure.Followedbydozensofmasonsandcarpenters,asifshehadcontractedherhusband’shallucinatingfever,úrsulafixedthepositionoflightandheatanddistributedspacewithouttheleastsenseofitslimitations.Theprimitivebuildingofthefoundersbecamefilledwithtoolsandmaterials,workmenexhaustedbysweat,whoaskedeverybodypleasenottomolestthem,exasperatedbythesackofbonesthatfollowedthemeverywherewithitsdullrattle.Inthatdiscomfort,breathingquicklimeandtar,noonecouldseeverywellhowfromthebowelsoftheearththerewasrisingnotonlythelargesthouseisthetown,butthemosthospitableandcoolhousethathadeverexistedintheregionoftheswamp.JoséBuendía,tryingtosurpriseDivineProvidenceinthemidstofthecataclysm,wastheonewholeastunderstoodit.Thenewhousewasalmostfinishedwhenúrsuladrewhimoutofhischimericalworldinordertoinformhimthatshehadanordertopaintthefrontblueandnotwhiteastheyhadwanted.Sheshowedhimtheofficialdocument.JoséArcadioBuendía,withoutunderstandingwhathiswifewastalkingabout,decipheredthesignature.
"Whoisthisfellow?"heasked:
"Themagistrate,"úrsulaanswereddisconsolately.Theysayhe’sanauthoritysentbythegovernment."
