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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 7, Página 29
“We
can’t
argue
about
it
here,”
Tom
said
impatiently,
as
a
truck
gave
out
a
cursing
whistle
behind
us.
“You
follow
me
to
the
south
side
of
Central
Park,
in
front
of
the
Plaza.”
Several
times
he
turned
his
head
and
looked
back
for
their
car,
and
if
the
traffic
delayed
them
he
slowed
up
until
they
came
into
sight.
I
think
he
was
afraid
they
would
dart
down
a
side-street
and
out
of
his
life
forever.
But
they
didn’t.
And
we
all
took
the
less
explicable
step
of
engaging
the
parlour
of
a
suite
in
the
Plaza
Hotel.
The
prolonged
and
tumultuous
argument
that
ended
by
herding
us
into
that
room
eludes
me,
though
I
have
a
sharp
physical
memory
that,
in
the
course
of
it,
my
underwear
kept
climbing
like
a
damp
snake
around
my
legs
and
intermittent
beads
of
sweat
raced
cool
across
my
back.
The
notion
originated
with
Daisy’s
suggestion
that
we
hire
five
bathrooms
and
take
cold
baths,
and
then
assumed
more
tangible
form
as
“a
place
to
have
a
mint
julep.”
Each
of
us
said
over
and
over
that
it
was
a
“crazy
idea”—we
all
talked
at
once
to
a
baffled
clerk
and
thought,
or
pretended
to
think,
that
we
were
being
very
funny…
The
room
was
large
and
stifling,
and,
though
it
was
already
four
o’clock,
opening
the
windows
admitted
only
a
gust
of
hot
shrubbery
from
the
Park.
Daisy
went
to
the
mirror
and
stood
with
her
back
to
us,
fixing
her
hair.
“It’s
a
swell
suite,”
whispered
Jordan
respectfully,
and
everyone
laughed.
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