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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 9, Página 26
“I’m
thirty,”
I
said.
“I’m
five
years
too
old
to
lie
to
myself
and
call
it
honour.”
She
didn’t
answer.
Angry,
and
half
in
love
with
her,
and
tremendously
sorry,
I
turned
away.
One
afternoon
late
in
October
I
saw
Tom
Buchanan.
He
was
walking
ahead
of
me
along
Fifth
Avenue
in
his
alert,
aggressive
way,
his
hands
out
a
little
from
his
body
as
if
to
fight
off
interference,
his
head
moving
sharply
here
and
there,
adapting
itself
to
his
restless
eyes.
Just
as
I
slowed
up
to
avoid
overtaking
him
he
stopped
and
began
frowning
into
the
windows
of
a
jewellery
store.
Suddenly
he
saw
me
and
walked
back,
holding
out
his
hand.
“What’s
the
matter,
Nick?
Do
you
object
to
shaking
hands
with
me?”
“Yes.
You
know
what
I
think
of
you.”
“You’re
crazy,
Nick,”
he
said
quickly.
“Crazy
as
hell.
I
don’t
know
what’s
the
matter
with
you.”
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