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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 6, Página 17
I
sat
on
the
front
steps
with
them
while
they
waited
for
their
car.
It
was
dark
here
in
front;
only
the
bright
door
sent
ten
square
feet
of
light
volleying
out
into
the
soft
black
morning.
Sometimes
a
shadow
moved
against
a
dressing-room
blind
above,
gave
way
to
another
shadow,
an
indefinite
procession
of
shadows,
who
rouged
and
powdered
in
an
invisible
glass.
“Who
is
this
Gatsby
anyhow?”
demanded
Tom
suddenly.
“Some
big
bootlegger?”
“Where’d
you
hear
that?”
I
inquired.
“I
didn’t
hear
it.
I
imagined
it.
A
lot
of
these
newly
rich
people
are
just
big
bootleggers,
you
know.”
“Not
Gatsby,”
I
said
shortly.
He
was
silent
for
a
moment.
The
pebbles
of
the
drive
crunched
under
his
feet.
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