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t<a title="o find that I was coming" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%98%85www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ea%b8%88%ed%98%b8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%80%ec%98%a4%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">o find that I was comin</a><br>g.Something was up. And yet I couldn't believe that they would choosethis occasion for a scene--especially for the rather harrowing scenethat Gatsby had outlined in the garden.The next day was broiling, almost the last, certainly the warmest, ofthe summer. As my train emerged from the tunnel into sunlight, only thehot whistle<br><a title="s of the Nati" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">s of the Nationa</a>l Biscuit Company broke the simmering hushat noon. The straw seats of the car hovered on the edge of combustion;the woman next to me perspired delicately for a while into her whiteshirtwaist, and then, as her newspaper dampened under her fingers,lapsed despairingly into deep heat with a desolate cry. Her pocket-bookslapped to the fl<br><a title="oor."Oh, my!" " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">oor."Oh, my!</a>" she gasped.I picked it up with a weary bend and handed it back to her, holding itat arm's length and by the extreme tip of the corners to indicate thatI had no designs upon it--but every one near by, including the woman,suspected me just the same."Hot!" said the conductor to familiar faces. "Some weather! Hot! Hot! Hot!Is it hot enoug<a title="h for you? I" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%98%85www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ea%b8%88%ed%98%b8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%80%ec%98%a4%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">h for you? Is</a><br> it hot? Is it . . . ?"My commutation ticket came back to me with a dark stain from his hand.That any one should care in this heat whose flushed lips he kissed,whose head made damp the pajama pocket over his heart!. . . Through the hall of the Buchanans' house blew a faint wind,carrying the sound of the telephone bell out to Gatsby and<a title=" me as wewaited at th" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%a4%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%a0%95%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> me as wewaited at t</a>he door."The master's body!" roared the butler into the mouthpiece. "I'm sorry,madame, but we can't furnish it--it's far too hot to touch this noon!"What he really said was: "Yes . . . yes . . . I'll see."He set down the receiver and came toward us, glistening slightly, to takeour stiff straw hats."Madame expects you in the salo<a title="n!" he cried, needles" 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">n!" he cried, needles</a>sly indicating thedirection. In this heat every extra gesture was an affront to thecommon store of life.The room, shadowed well with awnings, was dark and cool. Daisy andJordan lay upon an enormous couch, like silver idols, weighing downtheir own white dresses against the singing breeze of the fans."We can't move," they said to<a title="gether.Jordan's f" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%a4%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">gether.Jordan's fing</a>ers, powdered white over their tan, rested for a moment inmine."And Mr. Thomas Buchanan, the athlete?" I inquired.Simultaneously I heard his voice, gruff, muffled, husky, at the halltelephone.Gatsby stood in the center of the crimson carpet and gazed around withfascinated eyes. Daisy watched him and laughed, her sweet, excitingl<br><a title="augh; a tiny gus" 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">augh; a tiny </a>gust of powder rose from her bosom into the air."The rumor is," whispered Jordan, "that that's Tom's girl on thetelephone."We were silent. The voice in the hall rose high with annoyance."Very well, then, I won't sell you the car at all. . . . I'munder no obligations to you at all. . . . And as for your bothering meabout it at lunch tim<a title="e I won't stan" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%86%97%ea%b6%8c%ec%84%a0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">e I won't stand that at </a>all!""Holding down the receiver," said Daisy cynically."No, he's not," I assured her. "It's a bona fide deal. I happen toknow about it."Tom flung open the door, blocked out its space for a moment with histhick body, and hurried into the room."Mr. Gatsby!" He put out his broad, flat hand with well-concealeddislike. "I'm glad <a title="to see you, sir. . . . " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%a5pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%84%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%9c%8f%eb%b6%80%ec%82%b0%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">to see you, s</a><br>ir. . . . Nick. . . .""Make us a cold drink," cried Daisy.As he left the room again she got up and went over to Gatsby and pulledhis face down kissing him on the mouth."You know I love you," she murmured."You forget there's a lady present," said Jordan.Daisy looked around doubtfully."You kiss Nick too.""What a low, vulgar girl!""I don'<a title="t care!" cried " 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">t care!" cried</a> Daisy and began to clog on the brick fireplace.Then she remembered the heat and sat down guiltily on the couch just asa freshly laundered nurse leading a little girl came into the room."Bles-sed pre-cious," she crooned, holding out her arms. "Come to yourown mother that loves you."The child, relinquished by the nurse, rushed across t<a title="he room and roo" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%9c%ed%8c%94%eb%8b%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">he room and rootedshyly </a>into her mother's dress."The Bles-sed pre-cious! Did mother get powder on your old yellowyhair? Stand up now, and say How-de-do."Gatsby and I in turn leaned down and took the small reluctant hand.Afterward he kept looking at the child with surprise. I don't think he hadever really believed in its existence before."I got dres<a title="sed before luncheon,"" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">sed before luncheo</a>n," said the child, turning eagerly toDaisy."That's because your mother wanted to show you off." Her face bent intothe single wrinkle of the small white neck. "You dream, you. You absolutelittle dream.""Yes," admitted the child calmly. "Aunt Jordan's got on a whitedress too.""How do you like mother's friends?" Daisy turned her aro<a title="und so that shefaced Ga" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%86%97pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%80%eb%8f%84%eb%b4%89%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">und so that shefaced</a> Gatsby. "Do you think they're pretty?""Where's Daddy?""She doesn't look like her father," explained Daisy. "She looks like me.She's got my hair and shape of the face."Daisy sat back upon the couch. The nurse took a step forward and heldout her hand."Come, Pammy.""Goodbye, sweetheart!"With a reluctant backward glance the well-di<a title="sc