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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 19
Gatsby
carried
the
mattress
to
the
pool.
He
stopped
once
to
adjust
it,
and
the
chauffeur
asked
if
he
needed
help.
Gatsby
shook
his
head
and
soon
disappeared
among
the
trees.
No
telephone
message
came,
but
the
butler
stayed
awake
and
waited
until
four
o'clock.
He
waited
long
after
there
was
anyone
to
give
it
to.
I
think
Gatsby
himself
didn’t
believe
it
would
come,
and
maybe
he
didn’t
care
anymore.
If
that
was
true,
he
must
have
felt
he
lost
his
old
warm
world.
He
paid
a
high
price
for
living
so
long
with
one
dream.
He
must
have
looked
up
at
the
strange
sky
through
scary
leaves
and
shivered.
He
saw
how
strange
a
rose
is
and
how
harsh
the
sunlight
was
on
the
new
grass.
It
was
a
new
world,
real
but
not
real,
where
poor
ghosts
drifted
like
air,
breathing
dreams.
They
moved
around
like
that
gray
figure
coming
toward
him
through
the
shapeless
trees.
The
chauffeur,
one
of
Wolfshiem’s
men,
heard
the
shots.
Later,
he
said
he
didn’t
think
much
about
them.
I
drove
from
the
station
straight
to
Gatsby’s
house.
My
quick
steps
up
the
front
stairs
were
the
first
thing
that
worried
anyone.
But
they
knew
then,
I
truly
believe.
Without
many
words,
the
chauffeur,
butler,
gardener,
and
I
hurried
down
to
the
pool.
There
was
a
faint
movement
in
the
water
as
fresh
water
flowed
from
one
end
to
the
drain
at
the
other.
Small
ripples,
hardly
waves,
moved
the
heavy
mattress
slowly
down
the
pool.
A
small
gust
of
wind,
barely
touching
the
surface,
was
enough
to
change
its
path.
A
cluster
of
leaves
touched
it
and
turned
it
slowly,
making
a
thin
red
circle
in
the
water.
After
we
started
with
Gatsby
toward
the
house,
the
gardener
saw
Wilson’s
body
a
little
way
off
in
the
grass,
and
everything
was
over.
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