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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 5, Página 20
Recovering
himself
in
a
minute
he
opened
for
us
two
hulking
patent
cabinets
which
held
his
massed
suits
and
dressing-gowns
and
ties,
and
his
shirts,
piled
like
bricks
in
stacks
a
dozen
high.
“I’ve
got
a
man
in
England
who
buys
me
clothes.
He
sends
over
a
selection
of
things
at
the
beginning
of
each
season,
spring
and
fall.”
He
took
out
a
pile
of
shirts
and
began
throwing
them,
one
by
one,
before
us,
shirts
of
sheer
linen
and
thick
silk
and
fine
flannel,
which
lost
their
folds
as
they
fell
and
covered
the
table
in
many-coloured
disarray.
While
we
admired
he
brought
more
and
the
soft
rich
heap
mounted
higher—shirts
with
stripes
and
scrolls
and
plaids
in
coral
and
apple-green
and
lavender
and
faint
orange,
with
monograms
of
indian
blue.
Suddenly,
with
a
strained
sound,
Daisy
bent
her
head
into
the
shirts
and
began
to
cry
stormily.
“They’re
such
beautiful
shirts,”
she
sobbed,
her
voice
muffled
in
the
thick
folds.
“It
makes
me
sad
because
I’ve
never
seen
such—such
beautiful
shirts
before.”
After
the
house,
we
were
to
see
the
grounds
and
the
swimming
pool,
and
the
hydroplane,
and
the
midsummer
flowers—but
outside
Gatsby’s
window
it
began
to
rain
again,
so
we
stood
in
a
row
looking
at
the
corrugated
surface
of
the
Sound.
“If
it
wasn’t
for
the
mist
we
could
see
your
home
across
the
bay,”
said
Gatsby.
“You
always
have
a
green
light
that
burns
all
night
at
the
end
of
your
dock.”
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