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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 4, Página 25
I
saw
them
in
Santa
Barbara
when
they
returned,
and
I
thought
I’d
never
seen
a
girl
so
crazy
about
her
husband.
If
he
left
the
room
for
a
minute,
she’d
look
around
uneasily
and
say:
“Where’s
Tom
gone?”
and
wear
the
most
distracted
expression
until
she
saw
him
coming
in
the
door.
She
used
to
sit
on
the
sand
with
his
head
in
her
lap
for
hours,
rubbing
her
fingers
over
his
eyes
and
looking
at
him
with
deep
delight.
It
was
touching
to
see
them
together—it
made
you
laugh
in
a
quiet,
fascinated
way.
That
was
in
August.
A
week
after
I
left
Santa
Barbara,
Tom
crashed
into
a
wagon
on
the
Ventura
road
one
night
and
ripped
a
front
wheel
off
his
car.
The
girl
who
was
with
him
made
the
papers,
too,
because
her
arm
was
broken—she
was
one
of
the
chambermaids
in
the
Santa
Barbara
Hotel.
The
next
April,
Daisy
had
her
little
girl,
and
they
went
to
France
for
a
year.
I
saw
them
one
spring
in
Cannes,
and
later
in
Deauville,
and
then
they
returned
to
Chicago
to
settle
down.
Daisy
was
popular
in
Chicago,
as
you
know.
They
moved
with
a
fast
crowd,
all
young,
rich,
and
wild,
but
she
came
out
with
a
perfect
reputation.
Maybe
because
she
doesn’t
drink.
It’s
a
great
advantage
not
to
drink
among
heavy
drinkers.
You
can
keep
your
mouth
shut
and
time
any
little
mistake
of
your
own
so
that
everyone
else
is
too
blind
to
see
or
care.
Maybe
Daisy
never
went
in
for
affairs
at
all—and
yet
there’s
something
in
that
voice
of
hers…
Well,
about
six
weeks
ago,
she
heard
the
name
Gatsby
for
the
first
time
in
years.
It
was
when
I
asked
you—do
you
remember?—if
you
knew
Gatsby
in
West
Egg.
After
you
had
gone
home,
she
came
into
my
room
and
woke
me
up,
and
said:
“What
Gatsby?”
and
when
I
described
him—I
was
half
asleep—she
said
in
the
strangest
voice
that
it
must
be
the
man
she
used
to
know.
It
wasn’t
until
then
that
I
connected
this
Gatsby
with
the
officer
in
her
white
car.
When
Jordan
Baker
finished
telling
all
this,
we
had
left
the
Plaza
for
half
an
hour
and
were
driving
in
a
victoria
through
Central
Park.
The
sun
had
gone
down
behind
the
tall
apartments
of
the
movie
stars
in
the
West
Fifties,
and
the
clear
voices
of
children,
already
gathered
like
crickets
on
the
grass,
rose
through
the
hot
twilight:
“I’m
the
Sheik
of
Araby.
Your
love
belongs
to
me.
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