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53
El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 4
“You’ve
dyed
your
hair
since
then,”
remarked
Jordan,
and
I
started,
but
the
girls
had
moved
casually
on
and
her
remark
was
addressed
to
the
premature
moon,
produced
like
the
supper,
no
doubt,
out
of
a
caterer’s
basket.
With
Jordan’s
slender
golden
arm
resting
in
mine,
we
descended
the
steps
and
sauntered
about
the
garden.
A
tray
of
cocktails
floated
at
us
through
the
twilight,
and
we
sat
down
at
a
table
with
the
two
girls
in
yellow
and
three
men,
each
one
introduced
to
us
as
Mr.
Mumble.
“Do
you
come
to
these
parties
often?”
inquired
Jordan
of
the
girl
beside
her.
“The
last
one
was
the
one
I
met
you
at,”
answered
the
girl,
in
an
alert
confident
voice.
She
turned
to
her
companion:
“Wasn’t
it
for
you,
Lucille?”
It
was
for
Lucille,
too.
“I
like
to
come,”
Lucille
said.
“I
never
care
what
I
do,
so
I
always
have
a
good
time.
When
I
was
here
last
I
tore
my
gown
on
a
chair,
and
he
asked
me
my
name
and
address—inside
of
a
week
I
got
a
package
from
Croirier’s
with
a
new
evening
gown
in
it.”
“Did
you
keep
it?”
asked
Jordan.
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