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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 8
“Well,
goodbye.”
We
shook
hands,
and
I
started
away.
Just
before
I
reached
the
hedge,
I
remembered
something
and
turned
around.
“They’re
a
rotten
crowd,”
I
shouted
across
the
lawn.
“You’re
worth
the
whole
damn
bunch
put
together.”
I’ve
always
been
glad
I
said
that.
It
was
the
only
compliment
I
ever
gave
him,
because
I
disapproved
of
him
from
beginning
to
end.
First,
he
nodded
politely,
and
then
his
face
broke
into
that
radiant
and
understanding
smile,
as
if
we’d
been
in
ecstatic
agreement
on
that
fact
all
along.
His
bright
pink
suit
made
a
vivid
spot
of
color
against
the
white
steps,
and
I
thought
of
the
night
when
I
first
came
to
his
ancestral
home,
three
months
before.
The
lawn
and
drive
had
been
crowded
with
faces
guessing
at
his
corruption—and
he
had
stood
on
those
steps,
hiding
his
incorruptible
dream,
as
he
waved
them
goodbye.
I
thanked
him
for
his
hospitality.
We
were
always
thanking
him
for
that—I
and
the
others.
“Goodbye,”
I
called.
“I
enjoyed
breakfast,
Gatsby.”
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