I noticed that she woreher evening dress, al

t<br><a title="o assure her" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">o assure herof my </a>surprise. I had expected that Mr. Gatsby would be a florid andcorpulent person in his middle years."Who is he?" I demanded. "Do you know?""He's just a man named Gatsby.""Where is he from, I mean? And what does he do?""Now YOU're started on the subject," she answer<a title="ed with a wan smi" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%84%ec%9e%a0%ec%8b%a4%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9c%8f%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ed with a wan smile."</a>Well,--he told me once he was an Oxford man."A dim background started to take shape behind him but at hernext remark it faded away."However, I don't believe it.""Why not?""I don't know," she insisted, "I just don't think he went there."Something in her tone rem<a title="inded me of the ot" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%a4%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">inded me of the ot</a><br>her girl's "I thinkhe killed a man," and had the effect of stimulating my curiosity. Iwould have accepted without question the information that Gatsby sprangfrom the swamps of Louisiana or from the lower East Side of New York.That was comprehensible. But young men<a title=" didn't--at le" 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"> didn't--at least i</a><br>n my provincialinexperience I believed they didn't--drift coolly out of nowhere and buya palace on Long Island Sound."Anyhow he gives large parties," said Jordan, changing the subjectwith an urbane distaste for the concrete. "And I like large parties.They're so i<a title="ntimate. At sm" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">ntimate. At smal</a><br>l parties there isn't any privacy."There was the boom of a bass drum, and the voice of the orchestra leaderrang out suddenly above the echolalia of the garden."Ladies and gentlemen," he cried. "At the request of Mr. Gatsby we aregoing to play for you Mr. Vladimir To<a title="stoff's latest work wh" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%8f%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%80%ec%98%81%eb%93%b1%ed%8f%ac%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">stoff's latest work</a> which attractedso much attention at Carnegie Hall last May. If you read the papersyou know there was a big sensation." He smiled with jovial condescensionand added "Some sensation!" whereupon everybody laughed."The piece is known," he concluded lustily, "as 'Vla<br><a title="dimir Tostoff'sJ" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">dimir Tostoff</a>'sJazz History of the World.' "The nature of Mr. Tostoff's composition eluded me, because just asit began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble stepsand looking from one group to another with approving eyes.His tanned skin was drawn attractively tight on<a title=" his face andhis " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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"> his face andhis s</a>hort hair looked as though it were trimmed every day. I couldsee nothing sinister about him. I wondered if the fact that he wasnot drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemedto me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased.When<a title=" the "Jazz History of t" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9e%8awww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%86%97%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%98%9c%ec%98%81%eb%93%b1%ed%8f%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> the "Jazz Histo</a><br>ry of the World" was over girls were puttingtheir heads on men's shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls wereswooning backward playfully into men's arms, even into groups knowingthat some one would arrest their falls--but no one swooned backward onGatsby and n<a title="o French bob " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%85www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%ea%b0%95%ed%99%94%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">o French bob touched G</a>atsby's shoulder and no singingquartets were formed with Gatsby's head for one link."I beg your pardon."Gatsby's butler was suddenly standing beside us."Miss Baker?" he inquired. "I beg your pardon but Mr. Gatsby would liketo speak to you alone.""With me?" she<br><a title=" exclaimed i" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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"> exclaimed in surp</a><br>rise."Yes, madame."She got up slowly, raising her eyebrows at me in astonishment,and followed the butler toward the house. I noticed that she woreher evening dress, all her dresses, like sports clothes--therewas a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first<a title=" learned towalk up" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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"> learned towalk </a>upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings.I was alone and it was almost two. For some time confused andintriguing sounds had issued from a long many-windowed room whichoverhung the terrace. Eluding Jordan's undergraduate who was nowengaged in an obstetrical convers<a title="ation with two ch" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%a5%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%98%82%ec%97%b0%ec%a0%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ation with tw</a>o chorus girls, and whoimplored me to join him, I went inside.The large room was full of people. One of the girls in yellow wasplaying the piano and beside her stood a tall, red haired young ladyfrom a famous chorus, engaged in song. She had drunk a quantity ofchampagn<br><a title="e and during the co" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8f%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ec%84%b1%eb%8f%99%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">e and during the cours</a><br>e of her song she had decided ineptlythat everything was very very sad--she was not only singing, she wasweeping too. Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it withgasping broken sobs and then took up the lyric again in a quaveringsoprano. The tears<a title=" coursed down her chee" 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"> coursed down</a><br> her cheeks--not freely, however, for whenthey came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed aninky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets. Ahumorous suggestion was made that she sing the notes on her facewhereupon she threw <a title="up her hands, san" 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">up her hands, s</a>ank into a chair and went off intoa deep vinous sleep."She had a fight with a man who says he's her husband," explained agirl at my elbow.I looked around. Most of the remaining women were now having fightswith men said to be their husbands. Even Jordan's party, the q<br><a title="uartetfrom East Eg" 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">uartetfrom Eas</a>t Egg, were rent asunder by dissension. One of the men wastalking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife afterattempting to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferentway broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks--at intervals sheapp<br><a title="eared suddenly at his" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">eared sudden</a>ly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed "Youpromised!" into his ear.The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men. The hall was atpresent occupied by two deplorably sober men and their highly indignantwives. The wives were sympathizing with each oth<a title="er in slightly raisedvo" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">er in slight</a>ly raisedvoices."Whenever he sees I'm having a good time he wants to go home.""Never heard anything so selfish in my life.""We're always the first ones to leave.""So are we.""Well, we're almost the last tonight," said one of the men sheepishly."The orchestra left half a<a title="n hour ago."In