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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 1, Página 5
“It
belonged
to
Demaine,
the
oil
man.”
He
turned
me
around
again,
politely
and
abruptly.
“We’ll
go
inside.”
We
walked
through
a
high
hallway
into
a
bright,
rosy-colored
space,
delicately
bound
into
the
house
by
French
windows
at
either
end.
The
windows
were
ajar,
gleaming
white
against
the
fresh
grass
outside
that
seemed
to
grow
a
little
way
into
the
house.
A
breeze
blew
through
the
room,
blew
curtains
in
at
one
end
and
out
the
other
like
pale
flags,
twisting
them
up
toward
the
frosted
wedding-cake
of
the
ceiling,
and
then
rippled
over
the
wine-colored
rug,
making
a
shadow
on
it
as
wind
does
on
the
sea.
The
only
completely
stationary
object
in
the
room
was
an
enormous
couch
on
which
two
young
women
were
buoyed
up
as
though
upon
an
anchored
balloon.
They
were
both
in
white,
and
their
dresses
were
rippling
and
fluttering
as
if
they
had
just
been
blown
back
in
after
a
short
flight
around
the
house.
I
must
have
stood
for
a
few
moments
listening
to
the
whip
and
snap
of
the
curtains
and
the
groan
of
a
picture
on
the
wall.
Then
there
was
a
boom
as
Tom
Buchanan
shut
the
rear
windows
and
the
caught
wind
died
out
about
the
room,
and
the
curtains
and
the
rugs
and
the
two
young
women
ballooned
slowly
to
the
floor.
The
younger
of
the
two
was
a
stranger
to
me.
She
was
extended
full
length
at
her
end
of
the
divan,
completely
motionless,
and
with
her
chin
raised
a
little,
as
if
she
were
balancing
something
on
it
which
was
quite
likely
to
fall.
If
she
saw
me
out
of
the
corner
of
her
eyes
she
gave
no
hint
of
it—indeed,
I
was
almost
surprised
into
murmuring
an
apology
for
having
disturbed
her
by
coming
in.
The
other
girl,
Daisy,
made
an
attempt
to
rise—she
leaned
slightly
forward
with
a
conscientious
expression—then
she
laughed,
an
absurd,
charming
little
laugh,
and
I
laughed
too
and
came
forward
into
the
room.
“I’m
p-paralysed
with
happiness.”
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