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i<a title="n the rain with th" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9e%8apukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%97%80%ea%b3%bc%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">n the rain with the top </a><br>down, and then liedabout it--and suddenly I remembered the story about her that had eludedme that night at Daisy's. At her first big golf tournament there was arow that nearly reached the newspapers--a suggestion that she had movedher ball from a bad lie in the semi-final round. The thing approachedthe proportions of a scandal--then died away. A caddy retracted hisstatement and the only other witness admitted that he might h<a title="ave beenmistak" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">ave beenmistaken. The</a> incident and the name had remained together in my mind.Jordan Baker instinctively avoided clever, shrewd men, and now I sawthat this was because she felt safer on a plane where any divergencefrom a code would be thought impossible. She was incurably dishonest.She wasn't able to endure being at a disadvantage, and given thisunwillingness, I suppose she had begun dealing in subterfuges when shewas very young in order to keep tha<a title="t cool, insolent sm" 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">t cool, insol</a>ent smile turned to theworld and yet satisfy the demands of her hard jaunty body.It made no difference to me. Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you neverblame deeply--I was casually sorry, and then I forgot. It was on thatsame house party that we had a curious conversation about driving acar. It started because she passed so close to some workmen that ourfender flicked a button on one man's coat."You're a rotten driver," I protested. "E<a title="ither you ou" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">ither you ought </a>to be morecareful or you oughtn't to drive at all.""I am careful.""No, you're not.""Well, other people are," she said lightly."What's that got to do with it?""They'll keep out of my way," she insisted. "It takes two to make anaccident.""Suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself.""I hope I never will," she answered. "I hate careless people. That's whyI like you."Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she h<br><a title="addeliberately s" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">addeliberately shi</a>fted our relations, and for a moment I thought I lovedher. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakeson my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out ofthat tangle back home. I'd been writing letters once a week and signingthem: "Love, Nick," and all I could think of was how, when that certaingirl played tennis, a faint mustache of perspiration appeared on herupper lip. Nevertheless<a title=" there was a vague unde" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%86%97%ea%b6%8c%ec%84%a0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> there was a vague under</a>standing that had to betactfully broken off before I was free.Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, andthis is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.Chapter 4On Sunday morning while church bells rang in the villages along shorethe world and its mistress returned to Gatsby's house and twinkledhilariously on his lawn."He's a bootlegger," said the young ladies, moving somew<a title="here betweenhis " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8f%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%80%ea%b4%80%ec%95%85%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">here betweenhi</a><br>s cocktails and his flowers. "One time he killed a man who had found outthat he was nephew to von Hindenburg and second cousin to the devil.Reach me a rose, honey, and pour me a last drop into that there crystalglass."Once I wrote down on the empty spaces of a time-table the namesof those who came to Gatsby's house that summer. It is an old time-tablenow, disintegrating at its folds and headed "This schedule in effectJuly 5th, 1922." <br><a title="But I can stil" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%85pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8b%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">But I can still read t</a><br>he grey names and they will giveyou a better impression than my generalities of those who acceptedGatsby's hospitality and paid him the subtle tribute of knowing nothingwhatever about him.From East Egg, then, came the Chester Beckers and the Leeches and aman named Bunsen whom I knew at Yale and Doctor Webster Civet whowas drowned last summer up in Maine. And the Hornbeams and the WillieVoltaires and a whole clan named Blackbuc<a title="k who always gat" 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">k who always gathered</a><br> in acorner and flipped up their noses like goats at whosoever came near.And the Ismays and the Chrysties (or rather Hubert Auerbach and Mr.Chrystie's wife) and Edgar Beaver, whose hair they say turnedcotton-white one winter afternoon for no good reason at all.Clarence Endive was from East Egg, as I remember. He came onlyonce, in white knickerbockers, and had a fight with a bum namedEtty in the garden. From farther out on the I<a title="sland came the Cheadl" 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">sland came the Cheadles</a><br>and the O. R. P. Schraeders and the Stonewall Jackson Abrams ofGeorgia and the Fishguards and the Ripley Snells. Snell was therethree days before he went to the penitentiary, so drunk out on thegravel drive that Mrs. Ulysses Swett's automobile ran over his righthand. The Dancies came too and S. B. Whitebait, who was well oversixty, and Maurice A. Flink and the Hammerheads and Beluga thetobacco importer and Beluga's girls.From<a title=" West Egg came the Poles" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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"> West Egg came</a> the Poles and the Mulreadys and Cecil Roebuck andCecil Schoen and Gulick the state senator and Newton Orchid whocontrolled Films Par Excellence and Eckhaust and Clyde Cohen and DonS. Schwartze (the son) and Arthur McCarty, all connected with themovies in one way or another. And the Catlips and the Bembergs and G.Earl Muldoon, brother to that Muldoon who afterward strangled his wife.Da Fontano the promoter came there, and Ed Legros an<br><a title="d James B.("Rot-Gut"" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">d James B.("Rot-Gut</a>") Ferret and the De Jongs and Ernest Lilly--they came togamble and when Ferret wandered into the garden it meant he wascleaned out and Associated Traction would have to fluctuate profitablynext day.A man named Klipspringer was there so often and so long that he becameknown as "the boarder"--I doubt if he had any other home. Of theatricalpeople there were Gus Waize and Horace O'Donavan and Lester Meyer andGeorge Duckweed and Fran<a title="cis Bull.