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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 4, Página 13
“The
old
Metropole,”
brooded
Mr.
Wolfshiem
gloomily.
“Filled
with
faces
dead
and
gone.
Filled
with
friends
gone
now
forever.
I
can’t
forget
so
long
as
I
live
the
night
they
shot
Rosy
Rosenthal
there.
It
was
six
of
us
at
the
table,
and
Rosy
had
eat
and
drunk
a
lot
all
evening.
When
it
was
almost
morning
the
waiter
came
up
to
him
with
a
funny
look
and
says
somebody
wants
to
speak
to
him
outside.
‘All
right,’
says
Rosy,
and
begins
to
get
up,
and
I
pulled
him
down
in
his
chair.
“ ‘Let
the
bastards
come
in
here
if
they
want
you,
Rosy,
but
don’t
you,
so
help
me,
move
outside
this
room.’
“It
was
four
o’clock
in
the
morning
then,
and
if
we’d
of
raised
the
blinds
we’d
of
seen
daylight.”
“Did
he
go?”
I
asked
innocently.
“Sure
he
went.”
Mr.
Wolfshiem’s
nose
flashed
at
me
indignantly.
“He
turned
around
in
the
door
and
says:
‘Don’t
let
that
waiter
take
away
my
coffee!’
Then
he
went
out
on
the
sidewalk,
and
they
shot
him
three
times
in
his
full
belly
and
drove
away.”
“Four
of
them
were
electrocuted,”
I
said,
remembering.
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