". . . I was standing beside his bed and he

h<a title="ome and getsome sleep."" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%85pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%80%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%8f%ec%84%9c%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ome and gets</a>ome sleep."He shook his head."I want to wait here till Daisy goes to bed. Good night, old sport."He put his hands in his coat pockets and turned back eagerly to hisscrutiny of the house, as though my presence marred the sacredness ofthe vigil. So I walked away and left him standing there in themoonlight--watching over<a title=" nothing.Chapter " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8b%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> nothing.Chapter 8</a>I couldn't sleep all night; a fog-horn was groaning incessantly on theSound, and I tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savagefrightening dreams. Toward dawn I heard a taxi go up Gatsby's driveand immediately I jumped out of bed and began to dress--I felt that Ihad something to tell him, something to w<a title="arn him about and m" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%9c%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%99%8f%ec%a4%91%eb%9e%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">arn him about and morn</a>ingwould be too late.Crossing his lawn I saw that his front door was still open and he wasleaning against a table in the hall, heavy with dejection or sleep."Nothing happened," he said wanly. "I waited, and about four o'clock shecame to the window and stood there for a minute and then turned outthe light."Hi<br><a title="s house had never seeme" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%97%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%80%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+%ec%98%b9%ec%a7%84%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">s house had never</a> seemed so enormous to me as it did that night when wehunted through the great rooms for cigarettes. We pushed aside curtainsthat were like pavilions and felt over innumerable feet of dark wall forelectric light switches--once I tumbled with a sort of splash upon thekeys of a ghostly piano. There was an inexplica<a title="ble amount of" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8b%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ble amount of dust</a>everywhere and the rooms were musty as though they hadn't been aired formany days. I found the humidor on an unfamiliar table with two stale drycigarettes inside. Throwing open the French windows of thedrawing-room we sat smoking out into the darkness."You ought to go away," I said. "It's pretty certain they'll <br><a title="traceyour car." href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">traceyour car.""Go away </a>NOW, old sport?""Go to Atlantic City for a week, or up to Montreal."He wouldn't consider it. He couldn't possibly leave Daisy until he knewwhat she was going to do. He was clutching at some last hope and Icouldn't bear to shake him free.It was this night that he told me the strange story of his youth withD<br><a title="an Cody--told it " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9e%8awww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%9c%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%a5%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">an Cody--told it</a> to me because "Jay Gatsby" had broken up like glassagainst Tom's hard malice and the long secret extravaganza was playedout. I think that he would have acknowledged anything, now, withoutreserve, but he wanted to talk about Daisy.She was the first "nice" girl he had ever known. In various unrevealedcapacities he <a title="had come in contact wi" 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">had come in contact w</a>ith such people but alwayswith indiscernible barbed wire between. He found her excitinglydesirable. He went to her house, at first with other officersfrom Camp Taylor, then alone. It amazed him--he had never beenin such a beautiful house before. But what gave it an air of breathlessintensity was that Daisy li<br><a title="ved there--it was as ca" 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">ved there--it</a> was as casual a thing to heras his tent out at camp was to him. There was a ripe mystery about it,a hint of bedrooms upstairs more beautiful and cool than otherbedrooms, of gay and radiant activities taking place through itscorridors and of romances that were not musty and laid away already inlavender but fresh and <a title="breathing and" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9e%8awww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%9c%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%a5%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">breathing and</a> redolent of this year's shiningmotor cars and of dances whose flowers were scarcely withered. Itexcited him too that many men had already loved Daisy--it increasedher value in his eyes. He felt their presence all about the house,pervading the air with the shades and echoes of still vibrant emotions.But he knew that <a title="he was in Dais" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%98%82%eb%8f%84%eb%b4%89%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">he was in Daisy'</a>s house by a colossal accident.However glorious might be his future as Jay Gatsby, he was at present apenniless young man without a past, and at any moment the invisiblecloak of his uniform might slip from his shoulders. So he madethe most of his time. He took what he could get, ravenously andunscrupulously--event<a title="ually he took " 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">ually he took Daisy</a> one still October night,took her because he had no real right to touch her hand.He might have despised himself, for he had certainly taken her underfalse pretenses. I don't mean that he had traded on his phantommillions, but he had deliberately given Daisy a sense of security; helet her believe that he was a p<a title="erson from much t" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9c%94%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%eb%b6%80%ed%8f%89%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">erson from m</a>uch the same stratum asherself--that he was fully able to take care of her. As a matter offact he had no such facilities--he had no comfortable family standingbehind him and he was liable at the whim of an impersonal governmentto be blown anywhere about the world.But he didn't despise himself and it didn't turn out as<br><a title=" he hadimagined. He" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%a5%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82%eb%b6%80%ed%8f%89%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> he hadimagin</a>ed. He had intended, probably, to take what he could and go--butnow he found that he had committed himself to the following of a grail.He knew that Daisy was extraordinary but he didn't realize just howextraordinary a "nice" girl could be. She vanished into her richhouse, into her rich, full life, leaving Gatsby--not<br><a title="hing. He feltmarr" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">hing. He fel</a>tmarried to her, that was all.When they met again two days later it was Gatsby who was breathless,who was somehow betrayed. Her porch was bright with the boughtluxury of star-shine; the wicker of the settee squeaked fashionablyas she turned toward him and he kissed her curious and lovely mouth.She had caught a cold an<a title="d it made her " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%99%8bpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%80%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%80%eb%a7%88%ed%8f%ac%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">d it made her voic</a>e huskier and more charmingthan ever and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mysterythat wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothesand of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hotstruggles of the poor."I can't describe to you how surprised I was to find out I lo<br><a title="ved her,old sp" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%80%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9c%94%ec%9d%98%ec%a0%95%eb%b6%80%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ved her,old sport</a><br>. I even hoped for a while that she'd throw me over, but shedidn't, because she was in love with me too. She thought I knew a lotbecause I knew different things from her. . . . Well, there I was,way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, andall of a sudden I didn't care. What was the use of doing <br><a title="greatth