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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 1, Página 26
Already
it
was
deep
summer
on
roadhouse
roofs
and
in
front
of
wayside
garages,
where
new
red
petrol-pumps
sat
out
in
pools
of
light,
and
when
I
reached
my
estate
at
West
Egg
I
ran
the
car
under
its
shed
and
sat
for
a
while
on
an
abandoned
grass
roller
in
the
yard.
The
wind
had
blown
off,
leaving
a
loud,
bright
night,
with
wings
beating
in
the
trees
and
a
persistent
organ
sound
as
the
full
bellows
of
the
earth
blew
the
frogs
full
of
life.
The
silhouette
of
a
moving
cat
wavered
across
the
moonlight,
and,
turning
my
head
to
watch
it,
I
saw
that
I
was
not
alone—fifty
feet
away
a
figure
had
emerged
from
the
shadow
of
my
neighbour’s
mansion
and
was
standing
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
regarding
the
silver
pepper
of
the
stars.
Something
in
his
leisurely
movements
and
the
secure
position
of
his
feet
upon
the
lawn
suggested
that
it
was
Mr.
Gatsby
himself,
come
out
to
determine
what
share
was
his
of
our
local
heavens.
I
decided
to
call
to
him.
Miss
Baker
had
mentioned
him
at
dinner,
and
that
would
do
for
an
introduction.
But
I
didn’t
call
to
him,
for
he
gave
a
sudden
intimation
that
he
was
content
to
be
alone—he
stretched
out
his
arms
toward
the
dark
water
in
a
curious
way,
and,
far
as
I
was
from
him,
I
could
have
sworn
he
was
trembling.
Involuntarily
I
glanced
seaward—and
distinguished
nothing
except
a
single
green
light,
minute
and
far
away,
that
might
have
been
the
end
of
a
dock.
When
I
looked
once
more
for
Gatsby
he
had
vanished,
and
I
was
alone
again
in
the
unquiet
darkness.
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