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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 7, Página 4
The
next
day
was
very
hot,
maybe
the
hottest
of
the
summer.
My
train
came
out
of
the
tunnel
into
the
sunlight.
The
air
was
quiet
except
for
the
factory
whistles
at
noon.
The
train
seats
felt
like
they
might
burn.
A
woman
next
to
me
was
sweating
in
her
white
shirt.
Her
newspaper
got
wet,
and
she
cried
out
sadly.
Her
purse
fell
to
the
floor.
"Oh,
my!"
she
gasped.
I
picked
it
up
and
gave
it
back
to
her.
I
held
it
carefully,
but
people
still
thought
I
might
take
it.
"Hot!"
said
the
conductor
to
people
he
knew.
"Some
weather!
Hot!
Hot!
Hot!
Is
it
hot
enough
for
you?
Is
it
hot?"
My
ticket
came
back
with
a
dark
stain
from
his
hand.
In
this
heat,
who
cared
who
kissed
whom
or
whose
head
was
wet
against
someone’s
pajamas?
Inside
the
Buchanans'
house,
a
light
breeze
carried
the
sound
of
the
phone
to
Gatsby
and
me
as
we
waited
at
the
door.
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