He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed i

h<a title="er end of the diva" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%82%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">er end of the divan</a><br>, completely motionless and with her chin raiseda little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likelyto fall. If she saw me out of the cor<a title="ner of her eyes she gav" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%8f%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%97%80%ec%9d%98%ec%99%95%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ner of her eyes </a>she gave no hint ofit--indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for havingdisturbed her by coming in.The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to r<br><a title="ise--she leaned sligh" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">ise--she leaned slightl</a>yforward with a conscientious expression--then she laughed, an absurd,charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into theroom."I'm p-paral<a title="yzed with hap" 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">yzed with ha</a>ppiness."She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my handfor a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no onein the world <a title="she so much wanted" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%86%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%80%ec%95%88%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">she so much </a><br>wanted to see. That was a way she had.She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker.(I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to ma<br><a title="ke peoplelea" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%86%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9e%8a%ec%95%88%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ke peoplelean toward her</a>; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.)At any rate Miss Baker's lips fluttered, she nodded at me almostimperceptibly and then quickly <a title="tipped her head bac" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">tipped her head bac</a>k again--the objectshe was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her somethingof a fright. Again a sort of apology arose to my lips. Almost any<br><a title="exhibition of" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%86%97%eb%b6%80%ec%82%b0%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">exhibition of com</a>plete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me.I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me questions in her low,thrilling voice. It was the kind of <br><a title="voice that the ear f" 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%97%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+%ea%b0%95%ed%99%94%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">voice that the</a> ear follows up anddown as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never beplayed again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it,bright e<a title="yes and a bright pass" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%8bpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8b%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%82%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">yes and a brig</a>ht passionate mouth--but there was an excitementin her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget:a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen," <a title="a promise that she h" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">a promise that she </a>had donegay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay,exciting things hovering in the next hour.I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago<a title=" for a day on my" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%b2%9c%ed%98%b8%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1+%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> for a day on my w</a><br>ay eastand how a dozen people had sent their love through me."Do they miss me?" she cried ecstatically."The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left<a title=" rear wheelpainted b" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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"> rear wheelpainted blac</a>k as a mourning wreath and there's a persistent wail allnight along the North Shore.""How gorgeous! Let's go back, Tom. Tomorrow!" Then she addedirreleva<a title="ntly, "You ought to s" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%8bpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8b%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%82%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ntly, "You ought to</a> see the baby.""I'd like to.""She's asleep. She's two years old. Haven't you ever seen her?""Never.""Well, you ought to see her. She's----"Tom Buchanan who h<a title="ad been hovering r" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%99%8fpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%9c%ec%b2%9c%ed%98%b8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%97%86%eb%82%a8%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ad been hovering re</a>stlessly about the room stoppedand rested his hand on my shoulder."What you doing, Nick?""I'm a bond man.""Who with?"I told him."Never heard of them," he rem<a title="arked decisivel" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%82%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">arked decisively.T</a><br>his annoyed me."You will," I answered shortly. "You will if you stay in the East.""Oh, I'll stay in the East, don't you worry," he said, glancing atDaisy and <a title="then back at me, as if" 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">then back at m</a><br>e, as if he were alert for something more."I'd be a God Damned fool to live anywhere else."At this point Miss Baker said "Absolutely!" with such suddenness that I<a title="started--it was the" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%9c%ec%9d%80%ed%8f%89%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">started--it was</a> the first word she uttered since I came into the room.Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned andwith a series of rapid, deft movements <a title="stood up into the " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">stood up into the</a> room."I'm stiff," she complained, "I've been lying on that sofa for as longas I can remember.""Don't look at me," Daisy retorted. "I've been trying to get you<a title=" to NewYork all" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%8f%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> to NewYork all </a><br>afternoon.""No, thanks," said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from thepantry, "I'm absolutely in training."Her host looked at her incredulously."You ar<br><a title="e!" He took down his dr" 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">e!" He took down </a>his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom ofa glass. "How you ever get anything done is beyond me."I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she "got don<a title="e." I enjoyedlooking a" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%9c%ec%9d%80%ed%8f%89%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">e." I enjoyed</a>looking at her. She was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erectcarriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at theshoulders like a young cade<a title="t. Her grey sun-" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9c%8fpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97%ec%86%a1%ed%83%84%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">t. Her grey sun</a>-strained eyes looked back atme with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discontentedface. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture<a title=" of her,somewhere " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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"> of her,somewhere bef</a>ore."You live in West Egg," she remarked contemptuously. "I know somebodythere.""I don't know a single----""You must know Gatsby.""Gatsby?" demanded Daisy.<a title=" "What Gatsby?"" 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"> "What Gatsby?</a>"Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced;wedging his tense arm imperatively under mine Tom Buchanan compelledme from the room as though <a title="he were moving a" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">he were moving a checke</a>r to another square.Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the twoyoung women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward <a title="thesunset where f