Toward dawn I heard a taxi go up Gatsby's dr

I<a title=" do, so I always havea g" 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"> do, so I always </a>havea good time. When I was here last I tore my gown on a chair, and he askedme my name and address--inside of a week I got a package from Croirier'swith a new evening gown in it.""Did you keep <br><a title="it?" asked Jordan."S" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8fwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%86%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9c%8f%ec%88%98%ec%98%81%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">it?" asked Jordan."S</a><br>ure I did. I was going to wear it tonight, but it was too big in thebust and had to be altered. It was gas blue with lavender beads. Twohundred and sixty-five dollars.""There's something funn<br><a title="y about a fellow that'" 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">y about a fell</a><br>ow that'll do a thing like that,"said the other girl eagerly. "He doesn't want any trouble with ANYbody.""Who doesn't?" I inquired."Gatsby. Somebody told me----"The two girls and Jordan leaned toge<a title="ther confidentia" 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">ther confidentially</a>."Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once."A thrill passed over all of us. The three Mr. Mumbles bent forward andlistened eagerly."I don't think it's so much THAT," argued Lucille s<a title="keptically; "it'sm" 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">keptically; "it'</a>smore that he was a German spy during the war."One of the men nodded in confirmation."I heard that from a man who knew all about him, grew up with him inGermany," he assured us positively."Oh, no<br><a title="," said the fi" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">," said the first gir</a>l, "it couldn't be that, because he was inthe American army during the war." As our credulity switched back toher she leaned forward with enthusiasm. "You look at him sometimes whenhe thinks<a title=" nobody's looki" 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"> nobody's looking at</a><br> him. I'll bet he killed a man."She narrowed her eyes and shivered. Lucille shivered. We all turned andlooked around for Gatsby. It was testimony to the romantic speculation heinspired that t<a title="here were whisper" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">here were wh</a>ispers about him from those who found littlethat it was necessary to whisper about in this world.The first supper--there would be another one after midnight--was nowbeing served, and Jordan invited m<a title="e to join her own party" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">e to join her own</a> party who werespread around a table on the other side of the garden. There werethree married couples and Jordan's escort, a persistent undergraduategiven to violent innuendo and obviously under<br><a title=" the impressiontha" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%93www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%87%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> the impressi</a>onthat sooner or later Jordan was going to yield him up her personto a greater or lesser degree. Instead of rambling this partyhad preserved a dignified homogeneity, and assumed to itself thefunctio<a title="n of representing " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">n of representing the</a><br> staid nobility of the countryside--EastEgg condescending to West Egg, and carefully on guard against itsspectroscopic gayety."Let's get out," whispered Jordan, after a somehow wasteful andi<br><a title="nappropriate hal" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">nappropriate half hour. </a>"This is much too polite for me."We got up, and she explained that we were going to find the host--Ihad never met him, she said, and it was making me uneasy. Theundergraduate nodded in a <br><a title="cynical, melanc" 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">cynical, melancholy w</a><br>ay.The bar, where we glanced first, was crowded but Gatsby was not there.She couldn't find him from the top of the steps, and he wasn't on theveranda. On a chance we tried an important-looki<a title="ng door, and walkedint" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%9cpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%8f%ec%a4%91%eb%9e%91%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ng door, and</a> walkedinto a high Gothic library, panelled with carved English oak, andprobably transported complete from some ruin overseas.A stout, middle-aged man with enormous owl-eyed spectacles wassitting som<a title="ewhat drunk on the" 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">ewhat drunk on the ed</a>ge of a great table, staring withunsteady concentration at the shelves of books. As we entered hewheeled excitedly around and examined Jordan from head to foot."What do you think?" he demand<a title="ed impetuously."About" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%97%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%86%97%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ed impetuously."About </a><br>what?"He waved his hand toward the book-shelves."About that. As a matter of fact you needn't bother to ascertain. Iascertained. They're real.""The books?"He nodded."Absolutely real--have pa<a title="ges and every" 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">ges and everything. I th</a>ought they'd be a nicedurable cardboard. Matter of fact, they're absolutely real. Pagesand--Here! Lemme show you."Taking our skepticism for granted, he rushed to the bookcases andreturned<a title=" with Volume One of" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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"> with Volume One </a>of the "Stoddard Lectures.""See!" he cried triumphantly. "It's a bona fide piece of printed matter.It fooled me. This fella's a regular Belasco. It's a triumph. Whatthoroughness! What realism! K<br><a title="new when to stop too--di" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">new when to stop </a>too--didn't cut the pages.But what do you want? What do you expect?"He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelfmuttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was<a title=" liableto collapse" 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"> liableto colla</a>pse."Who brought you?" he demanded. "Or did you just come? I was brought.Most people were brought."Jordan looked at him alertly, cheerfully without answering."I was brought by a woman named Roosev<a title="elt," he continued. "Mrs" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">elt," he continued</a>. "Mrs. ClaudRoosevelt. Do you know her? I met her somewhere last night. I'vebeen drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober meup to sit in a library.""Has it?""A little bit, I th<a title="ink. I can't tell " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%ea%b4%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ink. I can't tell yet. I</a>'ve only been herean hour. Did I tell you about the books? They're real. They're----""You told us."We shook hands with him gravely and went back outdoors.There was dancing now on the canv<a title="as in the gar