And all the time something within her was cry

w<a title="as nothing--only t" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%99%8bwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%8f%ec%a4%91%eb%9e%91%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">as nothing--only </a>thepicture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down fromthe wall.Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiemwhich asked for information and urged him to come out on the nexttrain. That request seemed superfluous when I wrote it. I was sure he'dstart when he saw the n<a title="ewspapers, just as I w" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8fwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%86%97%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9c%94%ec%96%91%ec%b2%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ewspapers, just </a>as I was sure there'd be a wirefrom Daisy before noon--but neither a wire nor Mr. Wolfshiem arrived, noone arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men.When the butler brought back Wolfshiem's answer I began to have afeeling of defiance, of scornful solidarity between Gatsby and meagainst t<a title="hem all._Dear Mr. Carra" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%84%eb%8f%99%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">hem all._Dear Mr. Ca</a><br>rraway. This has been one of the most terrible shocks of mylife to me I hardly can believe it that it is true at all. Such a madact as that man did should make us all think. I cannot come down now asI am tied up in some very important business and cannot get mixed up inthis thing now. If there is anythin<a title="g I can do a li" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%a4www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%97%86%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">g I can do a </a>little later let meknow in a letter by Edgar. I hardly know where I am when I hear about athing like this and am completely knocked down and out.                                        Yours truly                                                      MEYER WOLFSHIEM_and then hasty addenda beneath:_Let me know ab<a title="out the funeral " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%82%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">out the funeral etc </a>do not know his family at all._When the phone rang that afternoon and Long Distance said Chicago wascalling I thought this would be Daisy at last. But the connection camethrough as a man's voice, very thin and far away."This is Slagle speaking. . . .""Yes?" The name was unfamiliar."Hell of a note, isn't <a title="it? Get my wire?""The" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">it? Get my wire?""There</a> haven't been any wires.""Young Parke's in trouble," he said rapidly. "They picked him up when hehanded the bonds over the counter. They got a circular from New Yorkgiving 'em the numbers just five minutes before. What d'you know aboutthat, hey? You never can tell in these hick towns----""Hello!" I in<br><a title="terrupted breathlessly. " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%87%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9e%8a%ec%84%b1%eb%8f%99%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">terrupted breathles</a>sly. "Look here--this isn't Mr. Gatsby.Mr. Gatsby's dead."There was a long silence on the other end of the wire, followed by anexclamation . . . then a quick squawk as the connection was broken.I think it was on the third day that a telegram signed Henry C. Gatzarrived from a town in Minnesota. It said on<br><a title="ly that the sender was" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%9e%a0%ec%8b%a4%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%99%a5pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%8b%eb%a7%8c%ec%95%88%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ly that the sender</a> wasleaving immediately and to postpone the funeral until he came.It was Gatsby's father, a solemn old man very helpless and dismayed,bundled up in a long cheap ulster against the warm September day. Hiseyes leaked continuously with excitement and when I took the bag andumbrella from his hands he began to <br><a title="pull so incessantly " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%97%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%86%97%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">pull so incessan</a>tly at his sparsegrey beard that I had difficulty in getting off his coat. He was on thepoint of collapse so I took him into the music room and made him sitdown while I sent for something to eat. But he wouldn't eat and theglass of milk spilled from his trembling hand."I saw it in the Chicago newspaper," he <a title="said. "It was all in " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%93www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%9c%ec%96%91%ec%b2%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">said. "It was all i</a><br>n the Chicagonewspaper. I started right away.""I didn't know how to reach you."His eyes, seeing nothing, moved ceaselessly about the room."It was a mad man," he said. "He must have been mad.""Wouldn't you like some coffee?" I urged him."I don't want anything. I'm all right now, Mr.----""Carraway.""Well, I<a title="'m all right now. Where" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%85%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">'m all right </a>now. Where have they got Jimmy?"I took him into the drawing-room, where his son lay, and left him there.Some little boys had come up on the steps and were looking into the hall;when I told them who had arrived they went reluctantly away.After a little while Mr. Gatz opened the door and came out, his mouthajar, <a title="his face flushed sl" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+%eb%85%b8%ec%9b%90%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">his face flushed </a>slightly, his eyes leaking isolated andunpunctual tears. He had reached an age where death no longer has thequality of ghastly surprise, and when he looked around him now for thefirst time and saw the height and splendor of the hall and the greatrooms opening out from it into other rooms his grief began to <br><a title="be mixedwith an awed pri" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%87www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%87%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%87%ec%86%a1%ed%8c%8c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">be mixedwith an awed pr</a>ide. I helped him to a bedroom upstairs; while he tookoff his coat and vest I told him that all arrangements had beendeferred until he came."I didn't know what you'd want, Mr. Gatsby----""Gatz is my name.""--Mr. Gatz. I thought you might want to take the body west."He shook his head."Jimmy always like<a title="d it better down " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%ea%b4%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">d it better down East. </a><br>He rose up to his position inthe East. Were you a friend of my boy's, Mr.--?""We were close friends.""He had a big future before him, you know. He was only a young man buthe had a lot of brain power here."He touched his head impressively and I nodded."If he'd of lived he'd of been a great man. A man l<a title="ike James J. Hill.He'd " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%84pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%87%eb%82%a8%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ike James J. </a><br>Hill.He'd of helped build up the country.""That's true," I said, uncomfortably.He fumbled at the embroidered coverlet, trying to take it from the bed,and lay down stiffly--was instantly asleep.That night an obviously frightened person called up and demanded to knowwho I was before he would give his name."This i<a title="s Mr. Carr