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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 6, Página 10
“She
says
she
does
want
him.”
“She
has
a
big
dinner
party
and
he
won’t
know
a
soul
there.”
He
frowned.
“I
wonder
where
in
the
devil
he
met
Daisy.
By
God,
I
may
be
old-fashioned
in
my
ideas,
but
women
run
around
too
much
these
days
to
suit
me.
They
meet
all
kinds
of
crazy
fish.”
Suddenly
Mr.
Sloane
and
the
lady
walked
down
the
steps
and
mounted
their
horses.
“Come
on,”
said
Mr.
Sloane
to
Tom,
“we’re
late.
We’ve
got
to
go.”
And
then
to
me:
“Tell
him
we
couldn’t
wait,
will
you?”
Tom
and
I
shook
hands,
the
rest
of
us
exchanged
a
cool
nod,
and
they
trotted
quickly
down
the
drive,
disappearing
under
the
August
foliage
just
as
Gatsby,
with
hat
and
light
overcoat
in
hand,
came
out
the
front
door.
Tom
was
evidently
perturbed
at
Daisy’s
running
around
alone,
for
on
the
following
Saturday
night
he
came
with
her
to
Gatsby’s
party.
Perhaps
his
presence
gave
the
evening
its
peculiar
quality
of
oppressiveness—it
stands
out
in
my
memory
from
Gatsby’s
other
parties
that
summer.
There
were
the
same
people,
or
at
least
the
same
sort
of
people,
the
same
profusion
of
champagne,
the
same
many-coloured,
many-keyed
commotion,
but
I
felt
an
unpleasantness
in
the
air,
a
pervading
harshness
that
hadn’t
been
there
before.
Or
perhaps
I
had
merely
grown
used
to
it,
grown
to
accept
West
Egg
as
a
world
complete
in
itself,
with
its
own
standards
and
its
own
great
figures,
second
to
nothing
because
it
had
no
consciousness
of
being
so,
and
now
I
was
looking
at
it
again,
through
Daisy’s
eyes.
It
is
invariably
saddening
to
look
through
new
eyes
at
things
upon
which
you
have
expended
your
own
powers
of
adjustment.
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