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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 15
“However,
I
don’t
believe
it.”
“Why
not?”
“I
don’t
know,”
she
insisted,
“I
just
don’t
think
he
went
there.”
Something
in
her
tone
reminded
me
of
the
other
girl’s
“I
think
he
killed
a
man,”
and
had
the
effect
of
stimulating
my
curiosity.
I
would
have
accepted
without
question
the
information
that
Gatsby
sprang
from
the
swamps
of
Louisiana
or
from
the
lower
East
Side
of
New
York.
That
was
comprehensible.
But
young
men
didn’t—at
least
in
my
provincial
inexperience
I
believed
they
didn’t—drift
coolly
out
of
nowhere
and
buy
a
palace
on
Long
Island
Sound.
“Anyhow,
he
gives
large
parties,”
said
Jordan,
changing
the
subject
with
an
urban
distaste
for
the
concrete.
“And
I
like
large
parties.
They’re
so
intimate.
At
small
parties
there
isn’t
any
privacy.”
There
was
the
boom
of
a
bass
drum,
and
the
voice
of
the
orchestra
leader
rang
out
suddenly
above
the
echolalia
of
the
garden.
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