"He went out of the room calling "Ewing!" and re

p<a title="arty, the quar" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%a4www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%84%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">arty, the quartetfrom</a> East Egg, were rent asunder by dissension. One of the men wastalking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife afterattempting to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferentway broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks--at intervals sheappeared suddenly at his side <br><a title="like an angry dia" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">like an angry diamon</a>d, and hissed "Youpromised!" into his ear.The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men. The hall was atpresent occupied by two deplorably sober men and their highly indignantwives. The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raisedvoices."Whenever he sees I'm having a good t<a title="ime he wants to go home." href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ea%b8%88%ed%98%b8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%82%ea%b3%bc%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ime he wants t</a>o go home.""Never heard anything so selfish in my life.""We're always the first ones to leave.""So are we.""Well, we're almost the last tonight," said one of the men sheepishly."The orchestra left half an hour ago."In spite of the wives' agreement that such malevolence was beyondcredibility, the dispute e<a title="nded in a sho" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%99%a5pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%87%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%87%ec%95%88%ec%82%b0%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">nded in a short strugg</a>le, and both wives werelifted kicking into the night.As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened andJordan Baker and Gatsby came out together. He was saying some last wordto her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly intoformality as several people approached him <a title="to say goodby" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">to say goodbye.Jorda</a><br>n's party were calling impatiently to her from the porch but shelingered for a moment to shake hands."I've just heard the most amazing thing," she whispered. "How long werewe in there?""Why,--about an hour.""It was--simply amazing," she repeated abstractedly. "But I sworeI wouldn't tell it and here <br><a title="I am tantalizi" 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">I am tantalizing yo</a>u." She yawnedgracefully in my face. "Please come and see me. . . . Phone book.. . . Under the name of Mrs. Sigourney Howard. . . . My aunt. . . ."She was hurrying off as she talked--her brown hand waved ajaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door.Rather ashamed that on my first appearanc<a title="e I had stayed" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">e I had stayed so late, </a>Ijoined the last of Gatsby's guests who were clustered around him. Iwanted to explain that I'd hunted for him early in the evening and toapologize for not having known him in the garden."Don't mention it," he enjoined me eagerly. "Don't give it anotherthought, old sport." The familiar expression<a title=" held no more f" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%94%ec%95%88%ec%84%b1%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> held no mor</a>e familiaritythan the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder. "And don't forgetwe're going up in the hydroplane tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."Then the butler, behind his shoulder:"Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.""All right, in a minute. Tell them I'll be right there. . . . goodnight.""Goo<a title="d night.""Go" 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">d night.""Good night." H</a><br>e smiled--and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasantsignificance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desiredit all the time. "Good night, old sport. . . . Good night."But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over.Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlight<br><a title="s illuminate" 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">s illuminated a b</a><br>izarre andtumultuous scene. In the ditch beside the road, right side up butviolently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left Gatsby'sdrive not two minutes before. The sharp jut of a wall accounted for thedetachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention fromhalf a dozen<a title=" curious chau" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9c%94www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%85%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+%ea%b0%95%ed%99%94%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> curious cha</a>uffeurs. However, as they had left their carsblocking the road a harsh discordant din from those in the rear had beenaudible for some time and added to the already violent confusion ofthe scene.A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood inthe middle of the road, looking from the car <a title="to the tire and from th" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">to the tire and from </a>thetire to the observers in a pleasant, puzzled way."See!" he explained. "It went in the ditch."The fact was infinitely astonishing to him--and I recognized first theunusual quality of wonder and then the man--it was the late patron ofGatsby's library."How'd it happen?"He shrugged his shoulders."I <a title="know nothing whatever a" 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">know nothing whatever </a><br>about mechanics," he said decisively."But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?""Don't ask me," said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter."I know very little about driving--next to nothing. It happened,and that's all I know.""Well, if you're a poor driver you oughtn't to try dri<br><a title="ving at night."" 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">ving at night.""B</a>ut I wasn't even trying," he explained indignantly, "I wasn't eventrying."An awed hush fell upon the bystanders."Do you want to commit suicide?""You're lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!""You don't understand," explained the criminal. "I wasn't driving. There'sanother man in t<a title="he car."The shock tha" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">he car."The shock that f</a><br>ollowed this declaration found voice in a sustained"Ah-h-h!" as the door of the coupé swung slowly open. The crowd--it wasnow a crowd--stepped back involuntarily and when the door had opened widethere was a ghostly pause. Then, very gradually, part by part, a paledangling individual stepped out <a title="of the wreck" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%85www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%ea%b0%95%ed%99%94%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">of the wreck, paw</a>ing tentatively at theground with a large uncertain dancing shoe.Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessantgroaning of the horns the apparition stood swaying for a moment beforehe perceived the man in the duster."Wha's matter?" he inquired calmly. "Did we run outa gas?""Look!"<br><a title="Half a dozen fing" 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">Half a dozen finger</a>s pointed at the amputated wheel--he staredat it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected thatit had dropped from the sky."It came off," some one explained.He nodded."At first I din' notice we'd stopped."A pause. Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shouldershe remarked <a title="in a det