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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 1, Página 11
“Gatsby?”
demanded
Daisy.
“What
Gatsby?”
Before
I
could
reply
that
he
was
my
neighbour
dinner
was
announced;
wedging
his
tense
arm
imperatively
under
mine,
Tom
Buchanan
compelled
me
from
the
room
as
though
he
were
moving
a
checker
to
another
square.
Slenderly,
languidly,
their
hands
set
lightly
on
their
hips,
the
two
young
women
preceded
us
out
on
to
a
rosy-coloured
porch,
open
toward
the
sunset,
where
four
candles
flickered
on
the
table
in
the
diminished
wind.
“Why
candles?”
objected
Daisy,
frowning.
She
snapped
them
out
with
her
fingers.
“In
two
weeks
it’ll
be
the
longest
day
in
the
year.”
She
looked
at
us
all
radiantly.
“Do
you
always
watch
for
the
longest
day
of
the
year
and
then
miss
it?
I
always
watch
for
the
longest
day
in
the
year
and
then
miss
it.”
“We
ought
to
plan
something,”
yawned
Miss
Baker,
sitting
down
at
the
table
as
if
she
were
getting
into
bed.
“All
right,”
said
Daisy.
“What’ll
we
plan?”
She
turned
to
me
helplessly:
“What
do
people
plan?”
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