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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 3
But
he
didn’t
hate
himself,
and
things
didn’t
go
as
he
planned.
He
thought
he
would
take
what
he
could
and
leave,
but
now
he
was
following
a
dream.
He
knew
Daisy
was
special,
but
he
didn’t
realize
how
special.
She
disappeared
into
her
rich
life,
leaving
Gatsby
with
nothing.
He
felt
married
to
her,
that
was
all.
When
they
met
again
two
days
later,
Gatsby
was
breathless
and
felt
betrayed.
Her
porch
was
bright
with
star-like
lights.
The
wicker
chair
creaked
as
she
turned
to
him
and
he
kissed
her
lovely
mouth.
She
had
a
cold,
making
her
voice
more
charming.
Gatsby
saw
the
youth
and
mystery
that
wealth
keeps.
Daisy
was
like
silver,
safe
above
the
struggles
of
the
poor.
“I
can’t
tell
you
how
surprised
I
was
to
find
out
I
loved
her,
old
sport.
I
hoped
she
would
leave
me,
but
she
didn’t,
because
she
loved
me
too.
She
thought
I
knew
a
lot
because
I
knew
different
things
from
her.
I
was
far
from
my
dreams,
getting
more
in
love
every
minute,
and
I
didn’t
care.
Why
do
great
things
if
I
could
have
a
better
time
telling
her
what
I
was
going
to
do?”
On
the
last
afternoon
before
he
went
abroad,
he
sat
with
Daisy
in
his
arms
for
a
long,
quiet
time.
It
was
a
cold
fall
day,
with
fire
in
the
room
and
her
cheeks
red.
Now
and
then
she
moved
and
he
adjusted
his
arm,
and
once
he
kissed
her
dark
hair.
The
afternoon
gave
them
deep
memories
for
their
long
parting.
They
were
never
closer
in
their
month
of
love,
nor
communicated
more
deeply,
than
when
she
touched
his
coat
with
her
lips
or
when
he
gently
touched
her
fingers,
as
if
she
were
asleep.
He
did
very
well
in
the
war.
He
was
a
captain
before
he
went
to
the
front,
and
after
the
Argonne
battles,
he
got
a
higher
rank
and
command
of
machine-guns.
After
the
armistice,
he
tried
hard
to
get
home,
but
a
problem
sent
him
to
Oxford
instead.
He
was
worried
now—Daisy’s
letters
were
nervous.
She
didn’t
understand
why
he
couldn’t
come.
She
felt
the
world’s
pressure
and
wanted
to
see
him,
to
feel
he
was
beside
her
and
that
she
was
doing
the
right
thing.
Daisy
was
young
and
her
world
was
full
of
orchids
and
cheerful
snobbery,
with
orchestras
setting
the
year’s
rhythm.
All
night
the
saxophones
played
sad
songs
while
many
shoes
danced
on
the
shiny
floor.
At
the
grey
tea
hour,
rooms
were
full
of
this
sweet
fever,
while
fresh
faces
moved
like
rose
petals
blown
by
sad
horns.
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