""I don't know a single----""You must know Gat

y<a title="ou. It wouldn't take " 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">ou. It wouldn't take up </a>much of yourtime and you might pick up a nice bit of money. It happens to bea rather confidential sort of thing."I realize now that under different circumstances that conversation mighthave been one of the crises of my life. But, because the offer wasobviously and tactlessly for a service to be rendered, I had no choiceexcept<a title=" to cut him off there" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9e%8apukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%94%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%eb%8f%99%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> to cut him of</a>f there."I've got my hands full," I said. "I'm much obliged but I couldn't takeon any more work.""You wouldn't have to do any business with Wolfshiem." Evidently hethought that I was shying away from the "gonnegtion" mentioned at lunch,but I assured him he was wrong. He waited a moment longer, hoping I'dbegin a conversation, but I was <a title="too absorbed to be re" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%8f%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%99%a5%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">too absorbed to b</a><br>e responsive, so he wentunwillingly home.The evening had made me light-headed and happy; I think I walked into adeep sleep as I entered my front door. So I didn't know whether or notGatsby went to Coney Island or for how many hours he "glanced intorooms" while his house blazed gaudily on. I called up Daisy from theoffice next mornin<br><a title="g and invited her t" 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">g and invited her to c</a>ome to tea."Don't bring Tom," I warned her."What?""Don't bring Tom.""Who is 'Tom'?" she asked innocently.The day agreed upon was pouring rain. At eleven o'clock a man in araincoat dragging a lawn-mower tapped at my front door and said thatMr. Gatsby had sent him over to cut my grass. This reminded me that Ihad forgotten to tell<br><a title=" my Finn to come back " 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"> my Finn to c</a>ome back so I drove into West EggVillage to search for her among soggy white-washed alleys and to buysome cups and lemons and flowers.The flowers were unnecessary, for at two o'clock a greenhouse arrivedfrom Gatsby's, with innumerable receptacles to contain it. An hourlater the front door opened nervously, and Gatsby in a white flannels<br><a title="uit, silver s" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">uit, silver shirt and go</a>ld-colored tie hurried in. He was pale andthere were dark signs of sleeplessness beneath his eyes."Is everything all right?" he asked immediately."The grass looks fine, if that's what you mean.""What grass?" he inquired blankly. "Oh, the grass in the yard." He lookedout the window at it, but judging from his expression I don'<a title="t believehe saw a thing" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%99%8fwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9c%94%ec%84%b1%eb%b6%81%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">t believehe saw a thing.</a>"Looks very good," he remarked vaguely. "One of the papers said theythought the rain would stop about four. I think it was 'The Journal.' Haveyou got everything you need in the shape of--of tea?"I took him into the pantry where he looked a little reproachfully at theFinn. Together we scrutinized the twelve lemon cakes from th<a title="e delicatesse" 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">e delicatessenshop."W</a><br>ill they do?" I asked."Of course, of course! They're fine!" and he added hollowly, ". . .oldsport."The rain cooled about half-past three to a damp mist through whichoccasional thin drops swam like dew. Gatsby looked with vacant eyesthrough a copy of Clay's "Economics," starting at the Finnish tread thatshook the kitchen floor an<a title="d peering toward" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">d peering toward</a><br> the bleared windows from timeto time as if a series of invisible but alarming happenings were takingplace outside. Finally he got up and informed me in an uncertain voicethat he was going home."Why's that?""Nobody's coming to tea. It's too late!" He looked at his watch as ifthere was some pressing demand on his time elsewhere. "I ca<a title="n't waitall day.""Don't" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">n't waitall </a>day.""Don't be silly; it's just two minutes to four."He sat down, miserably, as if I had pushed him, and simultaneously therewas the sound of a motor turning into my lane. We both jumped up and,a little harrowed myself, I went out into the yard.Under the dripping bare lilac trees a large open car was coming up thedrive. It stopped. Daisy<a title="'s face, tipped s" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ed%8c%8c%ec%a3%bc%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">'s face, tipped</a><br> sideways beneath athree-cornered lavender hat, looked out at me with a bright ecstaticsmile."Is this absolutely where you live, my dearest one?"The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. I hadto follow the sound of it for a moment, up and down, with my ear alonebefore any words came through. A damp streak of h<a title="air lay like a dash of" 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">air lay like a dash</a> ofblue paint across her cheek and her hand was wet with glistening drops asI took it to help her from the car."Are you in love with me," she said low in my ear. "Or why did I haveto come alone?""That's the secret of Castle Rackrent. Tell your chauffeur to go faraway and spend an hour.""Come back in an hour, Ferdie." Then in a gra<a title="ve murmur, "His name" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%86www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9e%8a%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%8b%eb%8c%80%ec%a0%84%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ve murmur, "His name </a><br>isFerdie.""Does the gasoline affect his nose?""I don't think so," she said innocently. "Why?"We went in. To my overwhelming surprise the living room was deserted."Well, that's funny!" I exclaimed."What's funny?"She turned her head as there was a light, dignified knocking at the frontdoor. I went out and opened it. Gatsby, pale a<a title="s death, with his hand" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">s death, with his han</a><br>dsplunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle ofwater glaring tragically into my eyes.With his hands still in his coat pockets he stalked by me into thehall, turned sharply as if he were on a wire and disappeared into theliving room. It wasn't a bit funny. Aware of the loud beating of my ownheart I pulled <a title="the door to " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">the door to against </a>the increasing rain.For half a minute there wasn't a sound. Then from the living room Iheard a sort of choking murmur and part of a laugh followed by Daisy'svoice on a clear artificial note."I certainly am awfully glad to see you again."A pause; it endured horribly. I had nothing to do in the hall so I wentinto the room.Gatsby, h<a title="is hands still in his " 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">is hands stil</a><br>l in his pockets, was reclining against themantelpiece in a strained counterfeit of perfect ease, even of boredom.His head leaned back so far that it rested against the face of adefunct mantelpiece clock and from this position his distraught eyesstared down at Daisy who was sitting frightened but graceful on theedge of a stiff chair."We<br><a title="'ve met before," muttere" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">'ve met before," muttere</a>d Gatsby. His eyes glanced momentarily atme and his lips parted with an abortive attempt at a laugh. Luckilythe clock took this moment to tilt dangerously at the pressure of hishead, whereupon he turned and caught it with trembling fingers and setit back in place. Then he sat down, rigidly, his elbow on the arm of thesofa and<a title=" his chi