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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 4, Página 25
I
saw
them
in
Santa
Barbara
when
they
came
back.
I
thought
I’d
never
seen
a
girl
so
in
love
with
her
husband.
If
he
left
the
room,
she’d
look
around
and
say,
“Where’s
Tom
gone?”
She
looked
lost
until
he
came
back.
She
sat
on
the
sand
with
his
head
in
her
lap,
rubbing
his
eyes
and
looking
at
him
with
joy.
It
was
sweet
to
see
them
together—it
made
you
smile
quietly.
That
was
in
August.
A
week
after
I
left
Santa
Barbara,
Tom
crashed
into
a
wagon
on
the
Ventura
road
at
night,
and
broke
a
wheel
off
his
car.
The
girl
with
him
was
in
the
papers
too,
because
her
arm
was
broken—she
worked
at
the
Santa
Barbara
Hotel.
The
next
April
Daisy
had
her
little
girl,
and
they
went
to
France
for
a
year.
I
saw
them
one
spring
in
Cannes,
and
later
in
Deauville.
Then
they
came
back
to
Chicago
to
live.
Daisy
was
popular
in
Chicago.
They
spent
time
with
young,
rich,
and
wild
people,
but
she
had
a
perfect
reputation.
Maybe
because
she
doesn’t
drink.
It’s
good
not
to
drink
with
people
who
drink
a
lot.
You
can
keep
quiet
and
time
your
mistakes
when
others
don’t
notice.
Maybe
Daisy
never
had
affairs
at
all—but
there’s
something
in
her
voice...
About
six
weeks
ago,
she
heard
the
name
Gatsby
for
the
first
time
in
years.
It
was
when
I
asked
you—do
you
remember?—if
you
knew
Gatsby
in
West
Egg.
After
you
went
home,
she
came
into
my
room
and
woke
me
up.
She
asked,
“What
Gatsby?”
When
I
described
him—half
asleep—she
said
in
a
strange
voice
it
must
be
the
man
she
used
to
know.
I
didn’t
connect
this
Gatsby
with
the
officer
in
her
white
car
until
then.
When
Jordan
Baker
finished
telling
all
this,
we
had
left
the
Plaza
for
half
an
hour.
We
were
riding
in
a
carriage
through
Central
Park.
The
sun
had
set
behind
the
tall
buildings
of
the
movie
stars
in
the
West
Fifties.
The
clear
voices
of
children,
like
crickets
on
the
grass,
rose
through
the
warm
evening:
“I’m
the
Sheik
of
Araby.
Your
love
belongs
to
me.
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