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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 5, Página 7
“What
grass?”
he
asked
blankly.
“Oh,
the
grass
in
the
yard.”
He
looked
out
the
window
at
it,
but
from
his
expression,
I
don’t
think
he
saw
anything.
“Looks
very
good,”
he
said
vaguely.
“One
of
the
papers
said
they
thought
the
rain
would
stop
around
four.
I
think
it
was
The
Journal.
Do
you
have
everything
you
need
for
tea?”
I
took
him
to
the
pantry,
where
he
looked
a
bit
reproachfully
at
the
Finn.
Together
we
examined
the
twelve
lemon
cakes
from
the
delicatessen
shop.
“Will
they
do?”
I
asked.
“Of
course,
of
course!
They’re
fine!”
and
he
added
hollowly,
“…
old
sport.”
The
rain
cooled
to
a
damp
mist
around
half-past
three,
with
occasional
thin
drops
like
dew.
Gatsby
looked
with
empty
eyes
through
a
copy
of
Clay’s
Economics,
starting
at
the
Finnish
footsteps
that
shook
the
kitchen
floor,
and
peering
towards
the
blurred
windows
as
if
something
invisible
but
alarming
was
happening
outside.
Finally,
he
got
up
and
told
me,
in
an
uncertain
voice,
that
he
was
going
home.
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