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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 9, Página 12
"Well,
the
truth
is
I'm
staying
with
some
people
in
Greenwich,
and
they
expect
me
to
be
with
them
tomorrow.
There's
a
sort
of
picnic
or
something.
I'll
do
my
best
to
get
away."
I
let
out
an
unrestrained
"Huh!"
and
he
must
have
heard
me
because
he
continued
nervously:
"What
I
called
about
was
a
pair
of
shoes
I
left
there.
I
wonder
if
it
would
be
too
much
trouble
to
have
the
butler
send
them
on.
They're
tennis
shoes,
and
I'm
kind
of
helpless
without
them.
My
address
is
care
of
B.
F.—"
I
didn't
hear
the
rest
of
the
name
because
I
hung
up
the
phone.
After
that,
I
felt
some
shame
for
Gatsby.
One
man
I
called
suggested
Gatsby
got
what
he
deserved.
But
that
was
my
fault
because
he
was
someone
who
used
to
criticize
Gatsby
harshly,
and
I
should
have
known
better
than
to
call
him.
The
morning
of
the
funeral,
I
went
to
New
York
to
see
Meyer
Wolfshiem.
I
couldn't
reach
him
any
other
way.
The
door
I
pushed
open,
as
advised
by
an
elevator
boy,
was
marked
"The
Swastika
Holding
Company,"
and
at
first,
it
seemed
empty.
But
after
I
shouted
"hello"
several
times
without
success,
an
argument
broke
out
behind
a
partition,
and
soon
a
lovely
Jewess
appeared
at
an
interior
door
and
looked
at
me
with
black,
unfriendly
eyes.
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