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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 1, Página 4
He
had
changed
since
his
New
Haven
days.
Now
he
was
a
sturdy
man
of
thirty
with
straw-colored
hair,
a
hard
mouth,
and
a
supercilious
manner.
His
two
shining,
arrogant
eyes
dominated
his
face
and
made
him
look
like
he
was
always
leaning
forward.
Even
his
fancy
riding
clothes
couldn’t
hide
his
powerful
body—he
seemed
to
fill
his
boots
until
he
strained
the
top
lacing,
and
you
could
see
muscles
shift
when
his
shoulder
moved
under
his
coat.
It
was
a
body
capable
of
great
strength—a
cruel
body.
His
voice,
a
gruff,
husky
tenor,
added
to
his
fractious
impression.
There
was
a
touch
of
paternal
contempt
in
it,
even
toward
people
he
liked—and
there
were
men
at
New
Haven
who
had
hated
him.
“Now,
don’t
think
my
opinion
on
these
matters
is
final,”
he
seemed
to
say,
“just
because
I’m
stronger
and
more
of
a
man
than
you
are.”
We
were
in
the
same
senior
society,
and
while
we
were
never
close,
I
always
felt
he
approved
of
me
and
wanted
me
to
like
him
with
some
harsh,
defiant
wistfulness
of
his
own.
We
talked
for
a
few
minutes
on
the
sunny
porch.
“I’ve
got
a
nice
place
here,”
he
said,
his
eyes
moving
around
restlessly.
Turning
me
by
one
arm,
he
showed
me
a
sunken
Italian
garden,
a
half-acre
of
roses,
and
a
motorboat
that
bumped
the
tide
offshore.
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