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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 5, Página 20
Regaining
himself,
he
opened
two
large
cabinets
filled
with
his
suits,
dressing
gowns,
ties,
and
shirts,
stacked
like
bricks
in
piles
a
dozen
high.
“I
have
a
man
in
England
who
buys
me
clothes.
He
sends
over
a
selection
each
season,
spring
and
fall.”
He
took
out
a
pile
of
shirts
and
began
throwing
them
one
by
one
before
us—shirts
of
sheer
linen,
thick
silk,
and
fine
flannel,
losing
their
folds
as
they
fell,
covering
the
table
in
a
colorful
mess.
As
we
admired
them,
he
brought
more,
and
the
soft,
rich
heap
grew
higher—shirts
with
stripes,
scrolls,
and
plaids
in
coral,
apple-green,
lavender,
and
faint
orange,
with
monograms
of
Indian
blue.
Suddenly,
Daisy
bent
her
head
into
the
shirts
and
began
to
cry
stormily.
“They’re
such
beautiful
shirts,”
she
sobbed,
her
voice
muffled
in
the
thick
folds.
“It
makes
me
sad
because
I’ve
never
seen
such—such
beautiful
shirts
before.”
After
seeing
the
house,
we
were
supposed
to
see
the
grounds,
the
swimming
pool,
the
hydroplane,
and
the
midsummer
flowers—but
outside
Gatsby’s
window,
it
started
to
rain
again,
so
we
stood
in
a
row,
looking
at
the
corrugated
surface
of
the
Sound.
“If
it
wasn’t
for
the
mist,
we
could
see
your
home
across
the
bay,”
said
Gatsby.
“You
always
have
a
green
light
that
burns
all
night
at
the
end
of
your
dock.”
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