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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 2, Página 10
Mr.
McKee
was
a
pale,
feminine
man
from
the
flat
below.
He
had
just
shaved,
as
there
was
a
white
spot
of
lather
on
his
cheekbone,
and
he
greeted
everyone
respectfully.
He
told
me
he
was
in
the
"artistic
game,"
and
I
later
understood
he
was
a
photographer
who
had
made
the
dim
enlargement
of
Mrs.
Wilson's
mother
that
hovered
like
a
ghost
on
the
wall.
His
wife
was
shrill,
languid,
handsome,
and
unpleasant.
She
proudly
told
me
her
husband
had
photographed
her
a
hundred
and
twenty-seven
times
since
they
married.
Mrs.
Wilson
had
changed
her
clothes
earlier
and
was
now
wearing
an
elaborate
afternoon
dress
of
cream-colored
chiffon.
It
rustled
as
she
moved
around
the
room.
With
the
dress,
her
personality
also
changed.
The
strong
energy
she
had
at
the
garage
turned
into
impressive
arrogance.
Her
laughter,
gestures,
and
statements
became
more
exaggerated,
and
as
she
expanded,
the
room
seemed
to
shrink
around
her,
until
she
appeared
to
spin
on
a
noisy,
creaking
pivot
through
the
smoky
air.
"My
dear,"
she
told
her
sister
in
a
high,
affected
voice,
"most
of
these
men
will
cheat
you
every
time.
All
they
care
about
is
money.
I
had
a
woman
here
last
week
to
look
at
my
feet,
and
when
she
gave
me
the
bill,
you'd
think
she
had
removed
my
appendix."
"What
was
the
woman's
name?"
asked
Mrs.
McKee.
"Mrs.
Eberhardt.
She
visits
people’s
homes
to
look
at
their
feet."
"I
like
your
dress,"
remarked
Mrs.
McKee.
"I
think
it’s
adorable."
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