That was a way she had.She hinted in a m

i<a title="n a boat, and all tha" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%9c%ec%9d%80%ed%8f%89%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">n a boat, and all</a><br> that sort of thing----""Good night," called Miss Baker from the stairs. "I haven't heard a word.""She's a nice girl," said Tom after a moment. "They oughtn't to let herrun around th<a title="e country this way."" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%ec%a2%85%eb%a1%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">e country th</a>is way.""Who oughtn't to?" inquired Daisy coldly."Her family.""Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old. Besides, Nick'sgoing to look after her, aren't you, Nick? She's going to <a title="spend lots ofweek" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%86%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9e%8a%ec%95%88%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">spend lots ofweek-end</a>s out here this summer. I think the home influence will be verygood for her."Daisy and Tom looked at each other for a moment in silence."Is she from New York?" I asked quickly."F<a title="rom Louisville. Our " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%9cpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%a5%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%80%ec%9d%b4%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">rom Louisville. </a><br>Our white girlhood was passed together there. Ourbeautiful white----""Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the veranda?"demanded Tom suddenly."Did I?" She looked at me. "<a title="I can't seem to r" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8f%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ec%84%b1%eb%8f%99%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">I can't seem t</a>o remember, but I thinkwe talked about the Nordic race. Yes, I'm sure we did. It sort ofcrept up on us and first thing you know----""Don't believe everything you hear, Nick," he advised<a title=" me.I said l" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%9c%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%85%ed%8f%89%ed%83%9d%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> me.I said ligh</a>tly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes laterI got up to go home. They came to the door with me and stood side byside in a cheerful square of light. As I started my moto<a title="r Daisyperemp" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%84%ec%9e%a0%ec%8b%a4%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9c%8f%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">r Daisyperemptorily c</a>alled "Wait!"I forgot to ask you something, and it's important. We heard you wereengaged to a girl out West.""That's right," corroborated Tom kindly. "We heard that you wereengag<a title="ed.""It's libel. I'm too" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9c%8f%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%8b%ec%a4%91%ea%b5%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ed.""It's libel. I'm</a> too poor.""But we heard it," insisted Daisy, surprising me by opening up again ina flower-like way. "We heard it from three people so it must be true."Of course I knew what they <a title="were referring to," href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">were referring to,</a><br> but I wasn't even vaguelyengaged. The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of thereasons I had come east. You can't stop going with an old friend onaccount of rumors an<a title="d on the other han" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8f%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ec%84%b1%eb%8f%99%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">d on the other h</a>and I had no intention of beingrumored into marriage.Their interest rather touched me and made them less remotelyrich--nevertheless, I was confused and a little disgusted as I droveaw<a title="ay. It seemed to me " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9c%94%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ay. It seemed to me</a> that the thing for Daisy to do was to rush out ofthe house, child in arms--but apparently there were no such intentionsin her head. As for Tom, the fact that he "had some woman in<br><a title=" New York"was rea" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%86%97pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%87%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%eb%b6%80%ed%8f%89%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> New York"was really le</a>ss surprising than that he had been depressed by a book.Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if hissturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his pere<a title="mptory heart.Already it " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">mptory heart.Already</a><br> it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of waysidegarages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when Ireached my estate at West Egg I ran the car und<a title="er its shed a" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9e%8awww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%a4%eb%b6%80%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">er its shed and sat fora</a><br> while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard. The wind had blownoff, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees anda persistent organ sound as the full bel<a title="lows of the earth bl" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%93%ec%a4%91%ea%b5%ac%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">lows of the earth blew</a> thefrogs full of life. The silhouette of a moving cat wavered across themoonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was notalone--fifty feet away a figure had emerge<br><a title="d from the shadow of myn" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%9c%ec%9d%80%ed%8f%89%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">d from the sha</a><br>dow of myneighbor's mansion and was standing with his hands in his pocketsregarding the silver pepper of the stars. Something in his leisurelymovements and the secure position of his fe<br><a title="et upon the lawn sugg" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%80%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%a4%ed%8c%94%eb%8b%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">et upon the lawn suggest</a>edthat it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share washis of our local heavens.I decided to call to him. Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, andthat would <a title="do for an introd" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9e%8awww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%86%97%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%98%9c%ec%98%81%eb%93%b1%ed%8f%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">do for an introd</a>uction. But I didn't call to him for he gavea sudden intimation that he was content to be alone--he stretched out hisarms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from<br><a title=" himI could have " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%8f%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9c%8f%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> himI could </a><br>have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward--anddistinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away,that might have been the end of a dock. When I look<a title="ed once more f" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%8bpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8b%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%82%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ed once more f</a>or Gatsbyhe had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.Chapter 2About half way between West Egg and New York the motor-road hastilyjoins the railroad and runs beside it<br><a title=" for a quarter " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%84www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%86%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%86%97%ec%98%b9%ec%a7%84%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> for a quarter </a>of a mile, so as toshrink away from a certain desolate area of land. This is a valley ofashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges andhills and grotesque gardens w<a title="here ashes take the fo" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%97%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+%ea%b0%95%ed%99%94%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">here ashes ta</a>ke the forms of houses andchimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, ofmen who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.Occasionally a line of gre<a title="y cars crawls along " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">y cars crawls along a</a>n invisible track, givesout a ghastly creak and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-greymen swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloudwhich screens their ob<a title="scure operations fr" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%a5%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%84%ed%99%94%ec%84%b1%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">scure operations from</a> your sight.But above the grey land and the spasms of bleak dust which driftendlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T.J. Eckleburg. The eyes of Doctor<a title=" T. J. Eckleburg" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> T. J. Eckleburg a</a>re blue andgigantic--their retinas are one yard high. They look out of no face but,instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over anonexistent nose. Evidently so<a title="me wild wag of an " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%a5pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%86%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%8b%ec%9a%a9%ec%9d%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">me wild wag of an ocul</a>ist set them there tofatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then sank down himselfinto eternal blindness or forgot them and moved away. But his eyes,dimmed a little b<a title="y many paintl" 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">y many paintless days u</a>nder sun and rain, brood on overthe solemn dumping ground.The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a small foul river, andwhen the drawbridge is up to let barges through, <a title="the passengers onw" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%a4%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%84%ea%b8%88%ec%a0%95%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">the passenge</a><br>rs onwaiting trains can stare at the dismal scene for as long as half anhour. There is always a halt there of at least a minute and it wasbecause of this that I first met Tom Buchanan's m<br><a title="istress.The fact " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%99%8fpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%84%ec%88%98%ec%98%81%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">istress.The fact that he</a><br>