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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 7
The
first
supper—there
would
be
another
after
midnight—was
being
served,
and
Jordan
invited
me
to
join
her
group
at
a
table
on
the
other
side
of
the
garden.
There
were
three
married
couples
and
Jordan's
date,
a
persistent
college
student
who
liked
to
make
bold
comments
and
seemed
to
think
Jordan
would
eventually
give
in
to
him.
This
group
kept
a
dignified
and
unified
presence,
representing
the
refined
nobility
of
the
area—East
Egg
looking
down
on
West
Egg
and
being
careful
around
its
lively
parties.
"Let's
get
out,"
whispered
Jordan
after
a
half-hour
that
felt
wasteful
and
out
of
place.
"This
is
too
polite
for
me."
We
stood
up,
and
she
explained
we
were
going
to
find
the
host.
I
had
never
met
him,
she
said,
and
it
was
making
me
uneasy.
The
college
student
nodded
in
a
cynical,
sad
way.
The
bar,
where
we
looked
first,
was
crowded,
but
Gatsby
wasn't
there.
She
couldn't
spot
him
from
the
steps,
and
he
wasn't
on
the
veranda.
We
tried
an
important-looking
door
and
walked
into
a
high
Gothic
library,
paneled
with
carved
English
oak,
probably
brought
over
from
some
old
ruin
overseas.
A
stout,
middle-aged
man
with
huge
owl-eyed
glasses
sat
somewhat
drunk
on
the
edge
of
a
big
table,
staring
with
unsteady
focus
at
the
bookshelves.
As
we
entered,
he
turned
excitedly
and
examined
Jordan
from
head
to
toe.
"What
do
you
think?"
he
asked
suddenly.
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