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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 9, Página 26
“I’m
thirty,”
I
said.
“I’m
five
years
too
old
to
lie
to
myself
and
call
it
honor.”
She
didn’t
answer.
Angry,
and
half
in
love
with
her,
and
deeply
sorry,
I
turned
away.
One
afternoon
late
in
October,
I
saw
Tom
Buchanan.
He
was
walking
ahead
of
me
along
Fifth
Avenue
in
his
alert,
aggressive
way,
his
hands
slightly
away
from
his
body
as
if
to
fend
off
interference,
his
head
moving
sharply
here
and
there,
adapting
to
his
restless
eyes.
Just
as
I
slowed
to
avoid
overtaking
him,
he
stopped
and
began
frowning
into
the
windows
of
a
jewelry
store.
Suddenly,
he
saw
me
and
walked
back,
holding
out
his
hand.
“What’s
the
matter,
Nick?
Do
you
object
to
shaking
hands
with
me?”
“Yes.
You
know
what
I
think
of
you.”
“You’re
crazy,
Nick,”
he
said
quickly.
“Crazy
as
hell.
I
don’t
know
what’s
the
matter
with
you.”
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