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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 9, Página 12
"Well,
the
truth
is
I’m
staying
with
some
people
up
here
in
Greenwich,
and
they
expect
me
to
be
with
them
tomorrow.
In
fact,
there’s
a
sort
of
picnic
or
something.
Of
course,
I’ll
do
my
best
to
get
away."
I
let
out
an
unrestrained
"Huh!"
and
he
must
have
heard
me
because
he
continued
nervously:
"What
I
called
about
was
a
pair
of
shoes
I
left
there.
I
wonder
if
it’d
be
too
much
trouble
to
have
the
butler
send
them
on.
You
see,
they’re
tennis
shoes,
and
I’m
kind
of
helpless
without
them.
My
address
is
care
of
B.
F.—"
I
didn’t
catch
the
rest
of
the
name
because
I
hung
up
the
phone.
After
that,
I
felt
a
certain
shame
for
Gatsby—one
gentleman
I
called
implied
he
got
what
he
deserved.
But
that
was
my
fault,
as
he
was
one
of
those
who
used
to
sneer
at
Gatsby
while
drinking
his
liquor,
and
I
should
have
known
better
than
to
call
him.
The
morning
of
the
funeral,
I
went
to
New
York
to
see
Meyer
Wolfshiem;
I
couldn’t
reach
him
any
other
way.
The
door
I
pushed
open,
following
the
elevator
boy’s
advice,
was
marked
“The
Swastika
Holding
Company,”
and
at
first,
it
seemed
empty.
But
after
calling
“hello”
several
times
without
success,
an
argument
broke
out
behind
a
partition,
and
soon
a
lovely
Jewish
woman
appeared
at
an
interior
door,
scrutinizing
me
with
hostile
eyes.
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