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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 5, Página 7
“What
grass?”
he
inquired
blankly.
“Oh,
the
grass
in
the
yard.”
He
looked
out
the
window
at
it,
but,
judging
from
his
expression,
I
don’t
believe
he
saw
a
thing.
“Looks
very
good,”
he
remarked
vaguely.
“One
of
the
papers
said
they
thought
the
rain
would
stop
about
four.
I
think
it
was
The
Journal.
Have
you
got
everything
you
need
in
the
shape
of—of
tea?”
I
took
him
into
the
pantry,
where
he
looked
a
little
reproachfully
at
the
Finn.
Together
we
scrutinized
the
twelve
lemon
cakes
from
the
delicatessen
shop.
“Will
they
do?”
I
asked.
“Of
course,
of
course!
They’re
fine!”
and
he
added
hollowly,
“…
old
sport.”
The
rain
cooled
about
half-past
three
to
a
damp
mist,
through
which
occasional
thin
drops
swam
like
dew.
Gatsby
looked
with
vacant
eyes
through
a
copy
of
Clay’s
Economics,
starting
at
the
Finnish
tread
that
shook
the
kitchen
floor,
and
peering
towards
the
bleared
windows
from
time
to
time
as
if
a
series
of
invisible
but
alarming
happenings
were
taking
place
outside.
Finally
he
got
up
and
informed
me,
in
an
uncertain
voice,
that
he
was
going
home.
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