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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 7, Página 9
“Blessed
precious,”
she
crooned,
holding
out
her
arms.
“Come
to
your
own
mother
who
loves
you.”
The
child,
released
by
the
nurse,
rushed
across
the
room
and
shyly
rooted
into
her
mother’s
dress.
“The
blessed
precious!
Did
mother
get
powder
on
your
old
yellowy
hair?
Stand
up
now,
and
say—How-de-do.”
Gatsby
and
I
each
leaned
down
and
took
the
small
reluctant
hand.
Afterward,
he
kept
looking
at
the
child
with
surprise.
I
don’t
think
he
had
ever
really
believed
in
her
existence
before.
“I
got
dressed
before
lunch,”
said
the
child,
turning
eagerly
to
Daisy.
“That’s
because
your
mother
wanted
to
show
you
off.”
Her
face
bent
into
the
single
wrinkle
of
the
small
white
neck.
“You
dream,
you.
You
absolute
little
dream.”
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