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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 7, Página 68
“How
long
are
you
going
to
wait?”
“All
night,
if
necessary.
Anyhow,
till
they
all
go
to
bed.”
A
new
point
of
view
occurred
to
me.
Suppose
Tom
found
out
that
Daisy
had
been
driving.
He
might
think
he
saw
a
connection
in
it—he
might
think
anything.
I
looked
at
the
house;
there
were
two
or
three
bright
windows
downstairs
and
the
pink
glow
from
Daisy’s
room
on
the
ground
floor.
“You
wait
here,”
I
said.
“I’ll
see
if
there’s
any
sign
of
a
commotion.”
I
walked
back
along
the
border
of
the
lawn,
traversed
the
gravel
softly,
and
tiptoed
up
the
veranda
steps.
The
drawing-room
curtains
were
open,
and
I
saw
that
the
room
was
empty.
Crossing
the
porch
where
we
had
dined
that
June
night
three
months
before,
I
came
to
a
small
rectangle
of
light
which
I
guessed
was
the
pantry
window.
The
blind
was
drawn,
but
I
found
a
rift
at
the
sill.
Daisy
and
Tom
were
sitting
opposite
each
other
at
the
kitchen
table,
with
a
plate
of
cold
fried
chicken
between
them,
and
two
bottles
of
ale.
He
was
talking
intently
across
the
table
at
her,
and
in
his
earnestness
his
hand
had
fallen
upon
and
covered
her
own.
Once
in
a
while
she
looked
up
at
him
and
nodded
in
agreement.
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