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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 1, Página 5
“It
belonged
to
Demaine,
the
oil
man.”
He
turned
me
around
again,
politely
and
abruptly.
“We’ll
go
inside.”
We
walked
through
a
high
hallway
into
a
bright,
rosy-colored
room,
connected
to
the
house
by
French
windows
at
each
end.
The
windows
were
open
and
shining
white
against
the
fresh
grass
outside,
which
seemed
to
grow
a
little
way
into
the
house.
A
breeze
blew
through
the
room,
moving
the
curtains
like
pale
flags,
twisting
them
toward
the
ceiling,
and
then
rippling
over
the
wine-colored
rug,
making
a
shadow
like
wind
on
the
sea.
The
only
still
object
in
the
room
was
a
large
couch
where
two
young
women
were
sitting
as
if
on
an
anchored
balloon.
They
were
both
in
white,
and
their
dresses
rippled
and
fluttered
as
if
they
had
just
flown
around
the
house.
I
stood
for
a
moment
listening
to
the
curtains
and
the
groan
of
a
picture
on
the
wall.
Then
there
was
a
boom
as
Tom
Buchanan
closed
the
rear
windows,
and
the
wind
died
down,
and
the
curtains
and
the
rugs
and
the
two
young
women
slowly
settled
to
the
floor.
The
younger
woman
was
a
stranger
to
me.
She
lay
full
length
at
her
end
of
the
divan,
completely
still,
with
her
chin
raised
a
little,
as
if
balancing
something
on
it
that
might
fall.
If
she
saw
me
out
of
the
corner
of
her
eyes,
she
gave
no
sign.
I
almost
felt
like
apologizing
for
disturbing
her
by
coming
in.
The
other
girl,
Daisy,
tried
to
stand
up—she
leaned
forward
with
a
serious
expression—then
she
laughed,
a
charming
little
laugh,
and
I
laughed
too
and
came
into
the
room.
“I’m
paralyzed
with
happiness.”
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