It was gas blue with lavender beads. Twohundre

I<a title=" sat down for a f" 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"> sat down fo</a>r a few minutes with my headin my hands, until I heard the phone taken up inside and the butler'svoice calling a taxi. Then I walked slowly down the drive away from thehouse intending to wait by the gate.I hadn't gone twenty yards when I heard my name and Gatsby stepped frombetween two bushes into the path. I must have felt pretty weird by thattime because I could think of nothing except the luminosity of hispink suit under the moon."What are you doing?" I inqu<br><a title="ired."Just stan" 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">ired."Just st</a><br>anding here, old sport."Somehow, that seemed a despicable occupation. For all I knew he was goingto rob the house in a moment; I wouldn't have been surprised to seesinister faces, the faces of "Wolfshiem's people," behind him in thedark shrubbery."Did you see any trouble on the road?" he asked after a minute."Yes."He hesitated."Was she killed?""Yes.""I thought so; I told Daisy I thought so. It's better that the shockshould all come at once. She stood it pretty<a title=" well."He spoke as" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%85%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> well."He sp</a>oke as if Daisy's reaction was the only thing that mattered."I got to West Egg by a side road," he went on, "and left the car in mygarage. I don't think anybody saw us but of course I can't be sure."I disliked him so much by this time that I didn't find it necessary totell him he was wrong."Who was the woman?" he inquired."Her name was Wilson. Her husband owns the garage. How the devil did ithappen?""Well, I tried to swing the wheel----" He broke off, and sudde<a title="nly Iguessed at " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">nly Iguessed at the tru</a><br>th."Was Daisy driving?""Yes," he said after a moment, "but of course I'll say I was. You see,when we left New York she was very nervous and she thought it wouldsteady her to drive--and this woman rushed out at us just as we werepassing a car coming the other way. It all happened in a minute but itseemed to me that she wanted to speak to us, thought we were somebodyshe knew. Well, first Daisy turned away from the woman toward the othercar, and then sh<br><a title="e lost her nerv" 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">e lost her nerve a</a><br>nd turned back. The second my handreached the wheel I felt the shock--it must have killed her instantly.""It ripped her open----""Don't tell me, old sport." He winced. "Anyhow--Daisy stepped on it.I tried to make her stop, but she couldn't so I pulled on the emergencybrake. Then she fell over into my lap and I drove on."She'll be all right tomorrow," he said presently. "I'm just going towait here and see if he tries to bother her about that unpleasantness<br><a title="this afternoon." 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">this afternoon. She's </a>locked herself into her room and if he tries anybrutality she's going to turn the light out and on again.""He won't touch her," I said. "He's not thinking about her.""I don't trust him, old sport.""How long are you going to wait?""All night if necessary. Anyhow till they all go to bed."A new point of view occurred to me. Suppose Tom found out that Daisy hadbeen driving. He might think he saw a connection in it--he might thinkanything. I looked at the <a title="house: there were " 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">house: there were two </a>or three bright windowsdownstairs and the pink glow from Daisy's room on the second floor."You wait here," I said. "I'll see if there's any sign of a commotion."I walked back along the border of the lawn, traversed the gravel softlyand tiptoed up the veranda steps. The drawing-room curtains were open,and I saw that the room was empty. Crossing the porch where we had dinedthat June night three months before I came to a small rectangle of lightwhich I g<br><a title="uessed was the pan" 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">uessed was the</a> pantry window. The blind was drawn but I founda rift at the sill.Daisy and Tom were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen tablewith a plate of cold fried chicken between them and two bottles ofale. He was talking intently across the table at her and in hisearnestness his hand had fallen upon and covered her own. Once in awhile she looked up at him and nodded in agreement.They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or theale--and yet <a title="they weren't u" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%80%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9c%94%ec%9d%98%ec%a0%95%eb%b6%80%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">they weren't u</a>nhappy either. There was an unmistakable airof natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said thatthey were conspiring together.As I tiptoed from the porch I heard my taxi feeling its way along thedark road toward the house. Gatsby was waiting where I had left him inthe drive."Is it all quiet up there?" he asked anxiously."Yes, it's all quiet." I hesitated. "You'd better come home and getsome sleep."He shook his head."I want to wait here till <a title="Daisy goes to" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%86%97pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%87%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%eb%b6%80%ed%8f%89%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">Daisy goes to bed. </a><br>Good night, old sport."He put his hands in his coat pockets and turned back eagerly to hisscrutiny of the house, as though my presence marred the sacredness ofthe vigil. So I walked away and left him standing there in themoonlight--watching over nothing.Chapter 8I couldn't sleep all night; a fog-horn was groaning incessantly on theSound, and I tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savagefrightening dreams. Toward dawn I heard a taxi go up Gatsby<a title="'s driveand immediately " 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">'s driveand immedi</a><br>ately I jumped out of bed and began to dress--I felt that Ihad something to tell him, something to warn him about and morningwould be too late.Crossing his lawn I saw that his front door was still open and he wasleaning against a table in the hall, heavy with dejection or sleep."Nothing happened," he said wanly. "I waited, and about four o'clock shecame to the window and stood there for a minute and then turned outthe light."His house had never seemed so <a title="e