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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 2, Página 6
We
backed
up
to
a
grey
old
man
who
looked
absurdly
like
John
D.
Rockefeller.
In
a
basket
hung
from
his
neck
crouched
a
dozen
very
young
puppies
of
an
uncertain
breed.
“What
kind
are
they?”
asked
Mrs.
Wilson
eagerly,
as
he
approached
the
taxi
window.
“All
kinds.
What
kind
do
you
want,
lady?”
“I’d
like
to
get
one
of
those
police
dogs;
I
don’t
suppose
you
got
that
kind?”
The
man
peered
doubtfully
into
the
basket,
plunged
in
his
hand,
and
pulled
one
up,
wriggling,
by
the
back
of
the
neck.
“That’s
no
police
dog,”
said
Tom.
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