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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 1, Página 16
The
butler
came
back
and
murmured
something
close
to
Tom’s
ear,
whereupon
Tom
frowned,
pushed
back
his
chair,
and
without
a
word
went
inside.
As
if
his
absence
quickened
something
within
her,
Daisy
leaned
forward
again,
her
voice
glowing
and
singing.
“I
love
to
see
you
at
my
table,
Nick.
You
remind
me
of
a—of
a
rose,
an
absolute
rose.
Doesn’t
he?”
She
turned
to
Miss
Baker
for
confirmation:
“An
absolute
rose?”
This
was
untrue.
I
am
not
even
faintly
like
a
rose.
She
was
only
extemporizing,
but
a
stirring
warmth
flowed
from
her,
as
if
her
heart
was
trying
to
come
out
to
you
concealed
in
one
of
those
breathless,
thrilling
words.
Then
suddenly
she
threw
her
napkin
on
the
table
and
excused
herself
and
went
into
the
house.
Miss
Baker
and
I
exchanged
a
short
glance
consciously
devoid
of
meaning.
I
was
about
to
speak
when
she
sat
up
alertly
and
said
“Sh!”
in
a
warning
voice.
A
subdued
impassioned
murmur
was
audible
in
the
room
beyond,
and
Miss
Baker
leaned
forward
unashamed,
trying
to
hear.
The
murmur
trembled
on
the
verge
of
coherence,
sank
down,
mounted
excitedly,
and
then
ceased
altogether.
“This
Mr.
Gatsby
you
spoke
of
is
my
neighbour—”
I
began.
“Don’t
talk.
I
want
to
hear
what
happens.”
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