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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 4, Página 22
“I’ve
been
having
lunch
with
Mr.
Gatsby.”
I
turned
toward
Mr.
Gatsby,
but
he
was
no
longer
there.
One
October
day
in
nineteen-seventeen—
(said
Jordan
Baker
that
afternoon,
sitting
up
very
straight
on
a
straight
chair
in
the
tea-garden
at
the
Plaza
Hotel)
—I
was
walking
along
from
one
place
to
another,
half
on
the
sidewalks
and
half
on
the
lawns.
I
was
happier
on
the
lawns
because
I
had
on
shoes
from
England
with
rubber
knobs
on
the
soles
that
bit
into
the
soft
ground.
I
had
on
a
new
plaid
skirt
also
that
blew
a
little
in
the
wind,
and
whenever
this
happened
the
red,
white,
and
blue
banners
in
front
of
all
the
houses
stretched
out
stiff
and
said
tut-tut-tut-tut,
in
a
disapproving
way.
The
largest
of
the
banners
and
the
largest
of
the
lawns
belonged
to
Daisy
Fay’s
house.
She
was
just
eighteen,
two
years
older
than
me,
and
by
far
the
most
popular
of
all
the
young
girls
in
Louisville.
She
dressed
in
white,
and
had
a
little
white
roadster,
and
all
day
long
the
telephone
rang
in
her
house
and
excited
young
officers
from
Camp
Taylor
demanded
the
privilege
of
monopolizing
her
that
night.
“Anyways,
for
an
hour!”
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