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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 1, Página 26
It
was
already
deep
summer
on
the
roofs
of
roadhouses
and
in
front
of
roadside
garages,
where
new
red
petrol
pumps
stood
in
pools
of
light.
When
I
arrived
at
my
estate
in
West
Egg,
I
parked
the
car
under
its
shelter
and
sat
for
a
moment
on
an
old
grass
roller
in
the
yard.
The
wind
had
died
down,
leaving
a
loud,
bright
night,
with
the
sound
of
wings
in
the
trees
and
a
continuous
organ-like
noise
as
the
earth's
energy
filled
the
frogs
with
life.
A
cat's
silhouette
wavered
in
the
moonlight,
and
when
I
turned
my
head
to
watch
it,
I
realized
I
wasn't
alone.
About
fifty
feet
away,
a
figure
emerged
from
the
shadows
of
my
neighbor's
mansion,
standing
with
hands
in
pockets,
gazing
at
the
starry
sky.
Something
about
his
relaxed
movements
and
the
confident
way
he
stood
on
the
lawn
suggested
it
was
Mr.
Gatsby
himself,
out
to
claim
his
piece
of
the
heavens.
I
thought
of
calling
out
to
him.
Miss
Baker
had
mentioned
him
during
dinner,
which
seemed
like
enough
of
an
introduction.
But
I
didn't
call
to
him
because
he
suddenly
made
it
clear
he
wanted
to
be
alone—he
stretched
his
arms
toward
the
dark
water
in
a
strange
way,
and
even
from
a
distance,
I
could
have
sworn
he
was
trembling.
I
instinctively
looked
towards
the
sea
and
saw
nothing
but
a
single
green
light,
small
and
distant,
that
could
have
been
at
the
end
of
a
dock.
When
I
looked
back
for
Gatsby,
he
had
disappeared,
leaving
me
alone
again
in
the
restless
darkness.
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