He had waited five years and bought amansion wh

a<br><a title="nd found her " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8b%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">nd found her lying on h</a>er bed as lovely as the June night inher flowered dress--and as drunk as a monkey. She had a bottle ofsauterne in one hand and a letter in the other." 'Gratulate me," she muttered. "Never had a drink before but oh, how I doenjoy it.""What's the matter, Daisy?"I was scared, I can tell you; I'd never seen a girl like that before."Here, dearis." She groped around in a waste-basket she had wi<a title="th heron the be" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%97%86%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">th heron the bed</a><br> and pulled out the string of pearls. "Take 'em downstairs andgive 'em back to whoever they belong to. Tell 'em all Daisy's change' hermine. Say 'Daisy's change' her mine!'."She began to cry--she cried and cried. I rushed out and found hermother's maid and we locked the door and got her into a cold bath. Shewouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her andsqueezed it up into a<a title=" wet ball, and" 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"> wet ball, and only let </a>me leave it in thesoap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.But she didn't say another word. We gave her spirits of ammonia and putice on her forehead and hooked her back into her dress and half anhour later when we walked out of the room the pearls were around herneck and the incident was over. Next day at five o'clock she married TomBuchanan without so much as a shi<br><a title="ver and started " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">ver and started off on</a><br> a three months'trip to the South Seas.I saw them in Santa Barbara when they came back and I thought I'dnever seen a girl so mad about her husband. If he left the room for aminute she'd look around uneasily and say "Where's Tom gone?" andwear the most abstracted expression until she saw him coming in thedoor. She used to sit on the sand with his head in her lap by the hourrubbing her finge<br><a title="rs over his eyes " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%9e%a0%ec%8b%a4%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%99%a5pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%8b%eb%a7%8c%ec%95%88%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">rs over his </a><br>eyes and looking at him with unfathomabledelight. It was touching to see them together--it made you laugh in ahushed, fascinated way. That was in August. A week after I left SantaBarbara Tom ran into a wagon on the Ventura road one night and rippeda front wheel off his car. The girl who was with him got into thepapers too because her arm was broken--she was one of the chambermaidsin the Santa Barbar<br><a title="a Hotel.The next April D" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">a Hotel.The next April </a>Daisy had her little girl and they went to France for ayear. I saw them one spring in Cannes and later in Deauville and thenthey came back to Chicago to settle down. Daisy was popular in Chicago,as you know. They moved with a fast crowd, all of them young and richand wild, but she came out with an absolutely perfect reputation.Perhaps because she doesn't drink. It's a great advantage not <a title="to drinkamong" 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">to drinkamong hard-dri</a>nking people. You can hold your tongue and, moreover,you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody elseis so blind that they don't see or care. Perhaps Daisy never went infor amour at all--and yet there's something in that voice of hers. . . .Well, about six weeks ago, she heard the name Gatsby for the first timein years. It was when I asked you--do you remember?--if y<a title="ou knew Gatsbyin West E" 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">ou knew Gatsbyin West Eg</a><br>g. After you had gone home she came into my room and woke meup, and said "What Gatsby?" and when I described him--I was halfasleep--she said in the strangest voice that it must be the man she usedto know. It wasn't until then that I connected this Gatsby with theofficer in her white car.When Jordan Baker had finished telling all this we had left the Plazafor half an hour and were driving<a title=" in a Victoria through" 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"> in a Victoria throu</a>gh Central Park.The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars inthe West Fifties and the clear voices of girls, already gathered likecrickets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight:    "I'm the Sheik of Araby,    Your love belongs to me.    At night when you're asleep,    Into your tent I'll creep----""It was a strange coincidence," I said."But it wasn't a coincide<a title="nce at all.""" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">nce at all.""Why </a><br>not?""Gatsby bought that house so that Daisy would be just across the bay."Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspiredon that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from thewomb of his purposeless splendor."He wants to know--" continued Jordan "--if you'll invite Daisy to yourhouse some afternoon and then let him come over."The modesty of the demand shook me. He h<br><a title="ad waited five " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">ad waited five years an</a><br>d bought amansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths so that he could"come over" some afternoon to a stranger's garden."Did I have to know all this before he could ask such a little thing?""He's afraid. He's waited so long. He thought you might be offended.You see he's a regular tough underneath it all."Something worried me."Why didn't he ask you to arrange a meeting?""He wants <a title="her to see hi" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ed%8c%8c%ec%a3%bc%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">her to see his house," </a>she explained. "And your house is rightnext door.""Oh!""I think he half expected her to wander into one of his parties,some night," went on Jordan, "but she never did. Then he began askingpeople casually if they knew her, and I was the first one he found.It was that night he sent for me at his dance, and you should haveheard the elaborate way he worked up to it. Of course, I immediatelysu<a title="ggested a luncheo" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">ggested a luncheon </a>in New York--and I thought he'd go mad:" 'I don't want to do anything out of the way!' he kept saying. 'I want tosee her right next door.'"When I said you were a particular friend of Tom's he started to abandonthe whole idea. He doesn't know very much about Tom, though he says he'sread a Chicago paper for years just on the chance of catching a glimpseof Daisy's name."It was dark now, and as w<a title="e dipped under a li" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">e dipped unde</a>r a little bridge I put my armaround Jordan's golden shoulder and drew her toward me and asked her todinner. Suddenly I wasn't thinking of Daisy and Gatsby any more but ofthis clean, hard, limited person who dealt in universal skepticism andwho leaned back jauntily just within the circle of my arm. A phrase beganto beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: "There are only thepursued, the pur<a title="suing, th