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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 5
Suddenly,
he
said
something
strange.
“Anyway,”
he
said,
“it
was
just
personal.”
What
could
you
think
of
that,
except
to
feel
some
strong
feeling
in
his
idea
of
the
affair
that
couldn’t
be
measured?
He
came
back
from
France
when
Tom
and
Daisy
were
still
on
their
wedding
trip.
He
made
a
sad
but
irresistible
trip
to
Louisville
with
his
last
army
money.
He
stayed
a
week,
walking
the
streets
where
they
had
walked
together
through
the
November
night.
He
visited
places
they
went
to
in
her
white
car.
Daisy’s
house
always
seemed
more
mysterious
and
happy
to
him
than
other
houses.
Even
though
she
was
gone,
the
city
felt
sad
and
beautiful
to
him.
He
left
feeling
that
if
he
had
tried
harder,
he
might
have
found
her—that
he
was
leaving
her
behind.
The
day-coach
was
hot,
and
he
was
now
without
money.
He
went
to
the
open
part
of
the
train
and
sat
on
a
folding
chair.
The
station
moved
away,
and
unfamiliar
buildings
passed
by.
Then
they
went
into
the
spring
fields,
where
a
yellow
trolley
raced
them
for
a
minute.
People
on
it
might
have
once
seen
her
face
in
the
street.
The
track
curved,
and
now
it
was
going
away
from
the
sun.
It
seemed
to
spread
over
the
vanishing
city
where
she
had
lived.
He
reached
out
his
hand
desperately,
trying
to
hold
a
piece
of
the
place
she
made
lovely
for
him.
But
everything
was
going
by
too
fast
for
his
blurred
eyes,
and
he
knew
he
had
lost
that
part,
the
best
part,
forever.
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