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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 5
Suddenly
he
made
a
curious
comment.
“Anyway,”
he
said,
“it
was
just
personal.”
What
could
you
think
of
that,
except
to
feel
some
strong
emotion
in
his
idea
of
the
affair
that
couldn’t
be
measured?
He
returned
from
France
when
Tom
and
Daisy
were
still
on
their
honeymoon
and
made
a
sad
but
irresistible
trip
to
Louisville
with
the
last
of
his
army
pay.
He
stayed
there
for
a
week,
walking
the
streets
where
they
had
walked
together
through
the
November
night,
visiting
the
hidden
places
they
had
driven
to
in
her
white
car.
Just
as
Daisy’s
house
seemed
more
mysterious
and
joyful
than
others
to
him,
his
idea
of
the
city,
even
though
she
was
gone,
was
filled
with
a
sad
beauty.
He
left
feeling
that
if
he
had
tried
harder,
he
might
have
found
her—that
he
was
leaving
her
behind.
The
train
was
hot,
and
he
was
out
of
money.
He
went
to
the
open
part
of
the
train
and
sat
on
a
folding
chair.
The
station
disappeared,
and
unfamiliar
buildings
passed
by.
Then
the
train
moved
into
spring
fields,
where
a
yellow
trolley
raced
them
for
a
minute
with
people
who
might
have
once
seen
her
pale,
magical
face
on
the
street.
The
track
curved,
and
now
it
was
moving
away
from
the
sun,
which
spread
over
the
city
as
it
disappeared.
He
reached
out
desperately
as
if
to
catch
just
a
bit
of
air,
to
save
a
part
of
the
place
she
had
made
lovely
for
him.
But
everything
was
passing
too
fast
for
his
blurred
eyes,
and
he
knew
he
had
lost
that
part,
the
freshest
and
best,
forever.
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