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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 5, Página 10
We
went
in.
To
my
great
surprise,
the
living
room
was
empty.
“Well,
that’s
strange,”
I
exclaimed.
“What’s
strange?”
She
turned
her
head
as
there
was
a
light,
dignified
knock
at
the
front
door.
I
went
out
and
opened
it.
Gatsby,
pale
as
a
ghost,
with
his
hands
deep
in
his
coat
pockets,
was
standing
in
a
puddle
of
water,
looking
tragically
into
my
eyes.
With
his
hands
still
in
his
coat
pockets,
he
walked
past
me
into
the
hall,
turned
sharply
as
if
he
were
on
a
wire,
and
disappeared
into
the
living
room.
It
wasn’t
funny
at
all.
Aware
of
the
loud
beating
of
my
own
heart,
I
closed
the
door
against
the
increasing
rain.
For
half
a
minute,
there
was
no
sound.
Then
from
the
living
room,
I
heard
a
sort
of
choking
murmur
and
part
of
a
laugh,
followed
by
Daisy’s
voice
on
a
clear,
artificial
note:
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