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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 1, Página 18
“She
might
have
the
decency
not
to
telephone
him
at
dinner
time.
Don’t
you
think?”
Almost
before
I
had
grasped
her
meaning
there
was
the
flutter
of
a
dress
and
the
crunch
of
leather
boots,
and
Tom
and
Daisy
were
back
at
the
table.
“It
couldn’t
be
helped!”
cried
Daisy
with
tense
gaiety.
She
sat
down,
glanced
searchingly
at
Miss
Baker
and
then
at
me,
and
continued:
“I
looked
outdoors
for
a
minute,
and
it’s
very
romantic
outdoors.
There’s
a
bird
on
the
lawn
that
I
think
must
be
a
nightingale
come
over
on
the
Cunard
or
White
Star
Line.
He’s
singing
away—”
Her
voice
sang:
“It’s
romantic,
isn’t
it,
Tom?”
“Very
romantic,”
he
said,
and
then
miserably
to
me:
“If
it’s
light
enough
after
dinner,
I
want
to
take
you
down
to
the
stables.”
The
telephone
rang
inside,
startlingly,
and
as
Daisy
shook
her
head
decisively
at
Tom
the
subject
of
the
stables,
in
fact
all
subjects,
vanished
into
air.
Among
the
broken
fragments
of
the
last
five
minutes
at
table
I
remember
the
candles
being
lit
again,
pointlessly,
and
I
was
conscious
of
wanting
to
look
squarely
at
everyone,
and
yet
to
avoid
all
eyes.
I
couldn’t
guess
what
Daisy
and
Tom
were
thinking,
but
I
doubt
if
even
Miss
Baker,
who
seemed
to
have
mastered
a
certain
hardy
scepticism,
was
able
utterly
to
put
this
fifth
guest’s
shrill
metallic
urgency
out
of
mind.
To
a
certain
temperament
the
situation
might
have
seemed
intriguing—my
own
instinct
was
to
telephone
immediately
for
the
police.
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