They stopped here and turned toward each

t<br><a title="he wheel I felt " 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">he wheel I felt the sh</a>ock--it must have killed her instantly.""It ripped her open----""Don't tell me, old sport." He winced. "Anyhow--Daisy stepped on it.I tried to make her stop, but she couldn't so I pulled on the emergencybrake. Then she fell over into my lap and I drove on."She'll be all right tomorrow," he said presently. "I'm just going towait here and see if he tries to bother her about that unpleasantnessthis afternoon. She's locked herself into her <br><a title="room and if h" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%99%8bwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%8f%ec%a4%91%eb%9e%91%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">room and if he </a>tries anybrutality she's going to turn the light out and on again.""He won't touch her," I said. "He's not thinking about her.""I don't trust him, old sport.""How long are you going to wait?""All night if necessary. Anyhow till they all go to bed."A new point of view occurred to me. Suppose Tom found out that Daisy hadbeen driving. He might think he saw a connection in it--he might thinkanything. I looked at the house: there were two or three <a title="bright windowsd" 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">bright windowsdo</a>wnstairs and the pink glow from Daisy's room on the second floor."You wait here," I said. "I'll see if there's any sign of a commotion."I walked back along the border of the lawn, traversed the gravel softlyand tiptoed up the veranda steps. The drawing-room curtains were open,and I saw that the room was empty. Crossing the porch where we had dinedthat June night three months before I came to a small rectangle of lightwhich I guessed was the p<br><a title="antry window. The bl" 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">antry window. </a>The blind was drawn but I founda rift at the sill.Daisy and Tom were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen tablewith a plate of cold fried chicken between them and two bottles ofale. He was talking intently across the table at her and in hisearnestness his hand had fallen upon and covered her own. Once in awhile she looked up at him and nodded in agreement.They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or theale--and yet t<a title="hey weren't unh" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">hey weren't unhappy eith</a>er. There was an unmistakable airof natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said thatthey were conspiring together.As I tiptoed from the porch I heard my taxi feeling its way along thedark road toward the house. Gatsby was waiting where I had left him inthe drive."Is it all quiet up there?" he asked anxiously."Yes, it's all quiet." I hesitated. "You'd better come home and getsome sleep."He shook his head."I want to w<a title="ait here till Daisy goe" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">ait here till Daisy goes</a> 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 nothing.Chapter 8I 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 daw<a title="n I heard a taxi" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">n I heard a taxi go u</a><br>p Gatsby's driveand immediately I jumped out of bed and began to dress--I felt that Ihad something to tell him, something to warn him about and morningwould 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 <a title="outthe light."H" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%93www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%a4%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+%ec%9d%80%ed%8f%89%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">outthe light."His h</a>ouse had never 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 inexplicable amount of dusteverywhere and the rooms were musty as though they hadn't been aired formany days. I found the hu<a title="midor on an unfamil" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">midor on an unf</a>amiliar 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 traceyour car.""Go away 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 <br><a title="shake him free.It was t" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">shake him free.It was th</a>is night that he told me the strange story of his youth withDan Cody--told it 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 had come in contact with such people but alway<a title="swith i