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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 1
I
couldn’t
sleep
all
night.
A
loud
foghorn
made
noise
on
the
Sound,
and
I
turned
in
bed,
feeling
sick.
I
had
strange
dreams.
Near
dawn,
I
heard
a
taxi
go
up
Gatsby’s
drive.
I
jumped
out
of
bed.
I
needed
to
tell
him
something
important.
Morning
would
be
too
late.
I
walked
across
his
lawn.
His
front
door
was
open,
and
he
was
leaning
against
a
table
in
the
hall.
He
looked
tired
or
sad.
“Nothing
happened,”
he
said
quietly.
“I
waited,
and
around
four
o’clock
she
came
to
the
window.
She
stood
there
for
a
minute,
then
turned
off
the
light.”
His
house
felt
huge
that
night.
We
looked
for
cigarettes
in
the
big
rooms.
We
moved
curtains
like
tents
and
felt
along
dark
walls
for
light
switches.
I
fell
on
a
piano
once.
There
was
dust
everywhere,
and
the
rooms
smelled
old,
like
they
hadn’t
been
aired.
I
found
the
humidor
on
a
table.
It
had
two
dry
cigarettes.
We
opened
the
French
windows
and
smoked
in
the
dark.
“You
should
go
away,”
I
said.
“They
will
find
your
car.”
“Go
away
now,
old
sport?”
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