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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 6, Página 20
“Good
night,
Nick,”
said
Daisy.
Her
glance
left
me
and
sought
the
lighted
top
of
the
steps,
where
“Three
O’Clock
in
the
Morning,”
a
neat,
sad
little
waltz
of
that
year,
was
drifting
out
the
open
door.
After
all,
in
the
very
casualness
of
Gatsby’s
party
there
were
romantic
possibilities
totally
absent
from
her
world.
What
was
it
up
there
in
the
song
that
seemed
to
be
calling
her
back
inside?
What
would
happen
now
in
the
dim,
incalculable
hours?
Perhaps
some
unbelievable
guest
would
arrive,
a
person
infinitely
rare
and
to
be
marvelled
at,
some
authentically
radiant
young
girl
who
with
one
fresh
glance
at
Gatsby,
one
moment
of
magical
encounter,
would
blot
out
those
five
years
of
unwavering
devotion.
I
stayed
late
that
night.
Gatsby
asked
me
to
wait
until
he
was
free,
and
I
lingered
in
the
garden
until
the
inevitable
swimming
party
had
run
up,
chilled
and
exalted,
from
the
black
beach,
until
the
lights
were
extinguished
in
the
guestrooms
overhead.
When
he
came
down
the
steps
at
last
the
tanned
skin
was
drawn
unusually
tight
on
his
face,
and
his
eyes
were
bright
and
tired.
“She
didn’t
like
it,”
he
said
immediately.
“Of
course
she
did.”
“She
didn’t
like
it,”
he
insisted.
“She
didn’t
have
a
good
time.”
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