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Chapter 4
ButAureliano’spatienceanddevotionfinal-lywonherover,uptothepointwhereshewouldspendmanyhourswithhimstudyingthemeaningofthelettersandsketchinginanotebookwithcoloredpencilslittlehouseswithcowsinthecorralandroundsunswithyellowraysthathidbehindthehills.
"Youwillnotbehappyaslongasyourparentsremainunburied."
Rebecashuddered.Asinthememoryofadreamshesawherselfenteringthehouseasaverysmallgirl,withthetrunkandthelittlerocker,abagwhosecontentsshehadneverknown.Sherememberedabaldgentlemandressedinlinenandwithhiscollarclosedbyagoldbutton,whohadnothingtodowiththekingofhearts.Sherememberedaveryyoungandbeautifulwomanwithwarmandperfumedhands,whohadnothingincommonwiththejackofdiamondsandhisrheumatichands,whousedtoputflowersinherhairandtakeheroutwalkingintheafternoonthroughatownwithgreenstreets.
"Idon’tunderstand,"shesaid.
PilarTerneraseemeddisconcerted:
"Idon’teither,butthat’swhatthecardssay."
RebecawassopreoccupiedtheenigmathatshetoldittoJoséArcadioBuendía,andhescoldedherforbelievinginthepredictionsofthecards,butheundertookthesilenttaskofsearchingclosetsandtrunks,movingfurnitureandturningoverbedsandfloorboardslookingforthebagofbones.Herememberedthathehadnotseenitsincethetimeoftherebuilding.Hesecretlysummonedthemasonsandoneofthemrevealedthathehadwalledupthebaginsomebedroombecauseitbotheredhiminhiswork.
