Suddenly with a strained sound, Daisy bent

f<a title="or five years?""Not seei" 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">or five years?"</a>"Not seeing," said Gatsby. "No, we couldn't meet. But both of us lovedeach other all that time, old sport, and you didn't know. I used to laughsometimes--"but there was no laughter in his eyes, "to think that youdid<a title="n't know.""Oh--" 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">n't know.""Oh-</a><br>-that's all." Tom tapped his thick fingers together like a clergymanand leaned back in his chair."You're crazy!" he exploded. "I can't speak about what happened five yearsago, because I didn't know Daisy then--and I'<br><a title="ll be damned if I s" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">ll be damned if I se</a>e how yougot within a mile of her unless you brought the groceries to the backdoor. But all the rest of that's a God Damned lie. Daisy loved me whenshe married me and she loves me now.""No," said Gatsby, shakin<br><a title="g his head."She does" 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">g his head."She</a> does, though. The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideasin her head and doesn't know what she's doing." He nodded sagely. "Andwhat's more, I love Daisy too. Once in a while I go off on a spreeand make a f<a title="ool of myself, but " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8fwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%86%97%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9c%94%ec%96%91%ec%b2%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ool of myself, but</a><br> I always come back, and in my heart Ilove her all the time.""You're revolting," said Daisy. She turned to me, and her voice,dropping an octave lower, filled the room with thrilling scorn: "Do youknow why we left<a title=" Chicago? I'm " 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%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%a5%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%84%ed%99%94%ec%84%b1%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> Chicago? I'm</a><br> surprised that they didn't treat you tothe story of that little spree."Gatsby walked over and stood beside her."Daisy, that's all over now," he said earnestly. "It doesn't matter anymore. Just tell him the truth--tha<br><a title="t you never loved him" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%98%85www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ea%b8%88%ed%98%b8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%80%ec%98%a4%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">t you never loved him--a</a><br>nd it's allwiped out forever."She looked at him blindly. "Why,--how could I love him--possibly?""You never loved him."She hesitated. Her eyes fell on Jordan and me with a sort of appeal,as though she realiz<br><a title="ed at last w" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">ed at last what </a>she was doing--and as though she hadnever, all along, intended doing anything at all. But it was done now.It was too late."I never loved him," she said, with perceptible reluctance."Not at Kapiolani?" demanded Tom <a title="suddenly."No."F" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%94%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88+%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">suddenly."No</a>."From the ballroom beneath, muffled and suffocating chords were drifting upon hot waves of air."Not that day I carried you down from the Punch Bowl to keep your shoesdry?" There was a husky tenderness in his tone. ". <br><a title=". . Daisy?""Please don'" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">. . Daisy?""Ple</a><br>ase don't." Her voice was cold, but the rancour was gone from it.She looked at Gatsby. "There, Jay," she said--but her hand as she triedto light a cigarette was trembling. Suddenly she threw the cigarette andthe bur<a title="ning match on " 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">ning match o</a>n the carpet."Oh, you want too much!" she cried to Gatsby. "I love you now--isn't thatenough? I can't help what's past." She began to sob helplessly."I did love him once--but I loved you too."Gatsby's eyes opened and c<a title="losed."You lo" 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">losed."You love</a>d me TOO?" he repeated."Even that's a lie," said Tom savagely. "She didn't know you were alive.Why,--there're things between Daisy and me that you'll never know,things that neither of us can ever forget."The words s<a title="eemed to bite p" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%87www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%8f%ec%88%98%ec%98%81%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">eemed to bit</a>e physically into Gatsby."I want to speak to Daisy alone," he insisted. "She's all excited now----""Even alone I can't say I never loved Tom," she admitted in a pitifulvoice. "It wouldn't be true.""Of course it wouldn'<a title="t," agreed Tom.She" 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">t," agreed Tom.Sh</a><br>e turned to her husband."As if it mattered to you," she said."Of course it matters. I'm going to take better care of you from now on.""You don't understand," said Gatsby, with a touch of panic. "You're notgoing to<br><a title=" take care of her any" 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"> take care of he</a><br>r any more.""I'm not?" Tom opened his eyes wide and laughed. He could afford tocontrol himself now. "Why's that?""Daisy's leaving you.""Nonsense.""I am, though," she said with a visible effort."She's not leaving me<br><a title="!" Tom's words s" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">!" Tom's words sudden</a>ly leaned down over Gatsby."Certainly not for a common swindler who'd have to steal the ring heput on her finger.""I won't stand this!" cried Daisy. "Oh, please let's get out.""Who are you, anyhow?" broke out <a title="Tom. "You're one of th" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%98%85pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%8f%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%a4%ec%97%b0%ec%88%98%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">Tom. "You're one of th</a><br>at bunch thathangs around with Meyer Wolfshiem--that much I happen to know. I've madea little investigation into your affairs--and I'll carry it furthertomorrow.""You can suit yourself about that, old sport."<br><a title=" said Gatsby st" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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"> said Gatsby steadi</a>ly."I found out what your 'drug stores' were." He turned to us and spokerapidly. "He and this Wolfshiem bought up a lot of side-street drug storeshere and in Chicago and sold grain alcohol over the counter. That<br><a title="'s one ofhis little stun" 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">'s one ofhis litt</a>le stunts. I picked him for a bootlegger the first time I sawhim and I wasn't far wrong.""What about it?" said Gatsby politely. "I guess your friend Walter Chasewasn't too proud to come in on it.""And you left him<a title=" in the lurch, didn't yo" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%a5%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> in the lurch</a>, didn't you? You let him go to jail fora month over in New Jersey. God! You ought to hear Walter on the subjectof YOU.""He came to us dead broke. He was very glad to pick up some money, oldsport.""Don't you call me '<a title="old sport'!" crie" 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">old sport'!"</a><br> cried Tom. Gatsby said nothing."Walter could have you up on the betting laws too, but Wolfshiem scaredhim into shutting his mouth."That unfamiliar yet recognizable look was back again in Gatsby's face."That drug store<br><a title=" business was ju" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%84%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%ea%b3%84%ec%96%91%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> business was just small</a> change," continued Tom slowly,"but you've got something on now that Walter's afraid to tell meabout."I glanced at Daisy who was staring terrified between Gatsbyand her husband and at Jordan who had begun t<br><a title="o balance an inv" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%a4www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%97%86%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">o balance an invi</a><br>siblebut absorbing object on the tip of her chin. Then I turned back toGatsby--and was startled at his expression. He looked--and this is saidin all contempt for the babbled slander of his garden--as if he had"kil<a title="led a man." For a m" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%9e%a0%ec%8b%a4%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">led a man." For a mom</a>ent the set of his face could be described injust that fantastic way.It passed, and he began to talk excitedly to Daisy, denying everything,defending his name against accusations that had not been made. But wi<br><a title="thevery word she w" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%a5%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">thevery word she wa</a><br>s drawing further and further into herself, so he gavethat up and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slippedaway, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, strugglingunhappily, undespairingly, tow<br><a title="ard that los" 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">ard that lost voice ac</a>ross the room.The voice begged again to go."PLEASE, Tom! I can't stand this any more."Her frightened eyes told that whatever intentions, whatever courageshe had had, were definitely gone."You two start on hom<br><a title="