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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 4
Through
this
twilight
world,
Daisy
began
to
move
again
with
the
season;
suddenly,
she
was
keeping
several
dates
a
day
with
different
men,
and
falling
asleep
at
dawn
with
the
beads
and
chiffon
of
an
evening
dress
tangled
among
dying
orchids
on
the
floor
beside
her
bed.
And
all
the
while,
something
inside
her
was
crying
for
a
decision.
She
wanted
her
life
to
be
shaped
now,
immediately—and
the
decision
had
to
be
made
by
some
force—of
love,
of
money,
of
undeniable
practicality—that
was
close
at
hand.
The
force
emerged
in
spring
when
Tom
Buchanan
arrived.
His
solid
presence
and
status
impressed
Daisy.
There
was
surely
some
conflict
and
relief.
Gatsby
received
the
letter
while
he
was
still
at
Oxford.
It
was
dawn
on
Long
Island,
and
we
opened
the
rest
of
the
windows
downstairs,
filling
the
house
with
light
that
turned
from
grey
to
gold.
The
shadow
of
a
tree
suddenly
fell
across
the
dew,
and
ghostly
birds
began
to
sing
among
the
blue
leaves.
The
air
moved
slowly
and
pleasantly,
barely
a
breeze,
promising
a
cool,
beautiful
day.
“I
don’t
think
she
ever
loved
him.”
Gatsby
turned
from
the
window
and
looked
at
me
defiantly.
“Remember,
old
sport,
she
was
very
excited
this
afternoon.
He
said
things
that
scared
her—that
made
me
seem
like
some
cheap
swindler.
As
a
result,
she
hardly
knew
what
she
was
saying.”
He
sat
down,
looking
gloomy.
“Of
course,
she
might
have
loved
him
for
a
moment,
when
they
first
married—and
loved
me
more
even
then,
do
you
see?”
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