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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 17
"With
me?"
she
said,
surprised.
"Yes,
madame."
She
stood
up
slowly,
raising
her
eyebrows
at
me
in
surprise,
and
followed
the
butler
to
the
house.
I
noticed
she
wore
her
evening
dress
like
sports
clothes—there
was
a
lively
way
she
moved,
as
if
she
had
learned
to
walk
on
golf
courses
on
fresh
mornings.
I
was
alone,
and
it
was
almost
two.
For
a
while,
confusing
and
interesting
sounds
came
from
a
long
room
with
many
windows
that
overlooked
the
terrace.
Avoiding
Jordan’s
friend,
who
was
now
talking
with
two
chorus
girls
and
wanted
me
to
join,
I
went
inside.
The
large
room
was
crowded.
One
girl
in
yellow
played
the
piano,
and
beside
her
was
a
tall,
red-haired
young
lady
from
a
famous
chorus,
singing.
She
had
drunk
a
lot
of
champagne
and
decided
that
everything
was
very
sad.
She
wasn’t
just
singing;
she
was
also
crying.
Whenever
the
song
paused,
she
filled
it
with
broken
sobs,
then
continued
in
a
shaky
voice.
Tears
ran
down
her
cheeks,
but
when
they
touched
her
heavily
made-up
eyelashes,
they
turned
inky
and
moved
down
slowly.
Someone
jokingly
suggested
she
sing
the
notes
on
her
face,
and
she
threw
up
her
hands,
sank
into
a
chair,
and
fell
into
a
deep
sleep.
"She
had
a
fight
with
a
man
who
says
he's
her
husband,"
explained
a
girl
next
to
me.
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