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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 2, Página 6
We
backed
up
to
a
grey
old
man
who
bore
an
absurd
resemblance
to
John
D.
Rockefeller.
In
a
basket
swung
from
his
neck
cowered
a
dozen
very
recent
puppies
of
an
indeterminate
breed.
“What
kind
are
they?”
asked
Mrs.
Wilson
eagerly,
as
he
came
to
the
taxi-window.
“All
kinds.
What
kind
do
you
want,
lady?”
“I’d
like
to
get
one
of
those
police
dogs;
I
don’t
suppose
you
got
that
kind?”
The
man
peered
doubtfully
into
the
basket,
plunged
in
his
hand
and
drew
one
up,
wriggling,
by
the
back
of
the
neck.
“That’s
no
police
dog,”
said
Tom.
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