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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 4, Página 23
When
I
came
opposite
her
house
that
morning
her
white
roadster
was
beside
the
kerb,
and
she
was
sitting
in
it
with
a
lieutenant
I
had
never
seen
before.
They
were
so
engrossed
in
each
other
that
she
didn’t
see
me
until
I
was
five
feet
away.
“Hello,
Jordan,”
she
called
unexpectedly.
“Please
come
here.”
I
was
flattered
that
she
wanted
to
speak
to
me,
because
of
all
the
older
girls
I
admired
her
most.
She
asked
me
if
I
was
going
to
the
Red
Cross
to
make
bandages.
I
was.
Well,
then,
would
I
tell
them
that
she
couldn’t
come
that
day?
The
officer
looked
at
Daisy
while
she
was
speaking,
in
a
way
that
every
young
girl
wants
to
be
looked
at
sometime,
and
because
it
seemed
romantic
to
me
I
have
remembered
the
incident
ever
since.
His
name
was
Jay
Gatsby,
and
I
didn’t
lay
eyes
on
him
again
for
over
four
years—even
after
I’d
met
him
on
Long
Island
I
didn’t
realize
it
was
the
same
man.
That
was
nineteen-seventeen.
By
the
next
year
I
had
a
few
beaux
myself,
and
I
began
to
play
in
tournaments,
so
I
didn’t
see
Daisy
very
often.
She
went
with
a
slightly
older
crowd—when
she
went
with
anyone
at
all.
Wild
rumours
were
circulating
about
her—how
her
mother
had
found
her
packing
her
bag
one
winter
night
to
go
to
New
York
and
say
goodbye
to
a
soldier
who
was
going
overseas.
She
was
effectually
prevented,
but
she
wasn’t
on
speaking
terms
with
her
family
for
several
weeks.
After
that
she
didn’t
play
around
with
the
soldiers
any
more,
but
only
with
a
few
flat-footed,
shortsighted
young
men
in
town,
who
couldn’t
get
into
the
army
at
all.
By
the
next
autumn
she
was
gay
again,
gay
as
ever.
She
had
a
début
after
the
armistice,
and
in
February
she
was
presumably
engaged
to
a
man
from
New
Orleans.
In
June
she
married
Tom
Buchanan
of
Chicago,
with
more
pomp
and
circumstance
than
Louisville
ever
knew
before.
He
came
down
with
a
hundred
people
in
four
private
cars,
and
hired
a
whole
floor
of
the
Muhlbach
Hotel,
and
the
day
before
the
wedding
he
gave
her
a
string
of
pearls
valued
at
three
hundred
and
fifty
thousand
dollars.
I
was
a
bridesmaid.
I
came
into
her
room
half
an
hour
before
the
bridal
dinner,
and
found
her
lying
on
her
bed
as
lovely
as
the
June
night
in
her
flowered
dress—and
as
drunk
as
a
monkey.
She
had
a
bottle
of
Sauterne
in
one
hand
and
a
letter
in
the
other.
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