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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 17
"She's
a
deep
one,"
Wilson
said,
as
if
that
answered
everything.
"Ah-h-h—"
He
started
rocking
again,
and
Michaelis
stood
twisting
the
leash
in
his
hand.
"Maybe
you
have
a
friend
I
could
call
for,
George?"
This
was
a
desperate
hope—he
was
almost
sure
Wilson
had
no
friends:
there
wasn't
enough
of
him
for
his
wife.
He
was
relieved
a
little
later
when
he
noticed
a
change
in
the
room,
a
blue
lightening
by
the
window,
and
realized
that
dawn
was
near.
By
five
o'clock,
it
was
light
enough
outside
to
turn
off
the
light.
Wilson's
glazed
eyes
looked
out
to
the
ash-heaps,
where
small
grey
clouds
took
on
strange
shapes
and
moved
in
the
faint
morning
wind.
"I
spoke
to
her,"
he
muttered
after
a
long
silence.
"I
told
her
she
might
fool
me,
but
she
couldn't
fool
God.
I
took
her
to
the
window"—with
effort,
he
got
up,
walked
to
the
back
window,
and
leaned
his
face
against
it—"and
I
said,
'God
knows
what
you've
been
doing,
everything
you've
been
doing.
You
may
fool
me,
but
you
can't
fool
God!'"
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