On week-ends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus,

a<br><a title=" moment the last su" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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"> moment the last su</a>nshine fell with romantic affection uponher glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly asI listened--then the glow faded, each light deserting her withlingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom's earwhereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word wentinside. As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leanedforward again, her voice glowing and singing."I love to see you at my table, Nick. You remind me of <br><a title="a--of a rose, anabso" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ea%b8%88%ed%98%b8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%82%ea%b3%bc%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">a--of a rose, anabso</a><br>lute rose. Doesn't he?" She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation."An absolute rose?"This was untrue. I am not even faintly like a rose. She was onlyextemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if herheart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of thosebreathless, thrilling words. Then suddenly she threw her napkin on thetable and excused herself and went into the house.Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance consciously devoid ofmeaning. I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said "Sh!" ina wa<a title="rning voice. A s" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%86%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%80%ec%95%88%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">rning voice. A subdue</a>d impassioned murmur was audible in the roombeyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear. Themurmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mountedexcitedly, and then ceased altogether."This Mr. Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor----" I said."Don't talk. I want to hear what happens.""Is something happening?" I inquired innocently."You mean to say you don't know?" said Miss Baker, honestly surprised."I thought everybody knew.""I don't.""Why----" she said hesitantly, "Tom's got some woman in New Yor<br><a title="k.""Got some woman?" I r" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%8f%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%97%80%ec%9d%98%ec%99%95%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">k.""Got some woma</a><br>n?" I repeated blankly.Miss Baker nodded."She might have the decency not to telephone him at dinner-time. Don'tyou think?"Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter ofa dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were backat the table."It couldn't be helped!" cried Daisy with tense gayety.She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me andcontinued: "I looked outdoors for a minute and it's very romanticoutdoors. There's a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightingalecome over<a title=" on the Cunard or White " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%93pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9c%8f%ea%b0%95%eb%8f%99%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> on the Cunard or White</a> Star Line. He's singing away----" hervoice sang "----It's romantic, isn't it, Tom?""Very romantic," he said, and then miserably to me: "If it's light enoughafter dinner I want to take you down to the stables."The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook herhead decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact allsubjects, vanished into air. Among the broken fragments of thelast five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again,pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at <a title="everyone and yet to " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%9c%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%99%8f%ec%a4%91%eb%9e%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">everyone and yet to </a>avoid all eyes. I couldn't guess what Daisy and Tomwere thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to havemastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifthguest's shrill metallic urgency out of mind. To a certain temperamentthe situation might have seemed intriguing--my own instinct was totelephone immediately for the police.The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again. Tom and MissBaker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back intothe library, as if to a vigil beside a<a title=" perfectly tangible " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%93%ec%a4%91%ea%b5%ac%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> perfectly tangibl</a>e body, whiletrying to look pleasantly interested and a little deaf I followedDaisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front. Inits deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee.Daisy took her face in her hands, as if feeling its lovely shape, andher eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk. I saw that turbulentemotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be somesedative questions about her little girl."We don't know each other very well, Nick," she said suddenly."Even if we are cou<br><a title="sins. You didn't come" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%a5pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%86%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%8b%ec%9a%a9%ec%9d%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">sins. You did</a>n't come to my wedding.""I wasn't back from the war.""That's true." She hesitated. "Well, I've had a very bad time, Nick,and I'm pretty cynical about everything."Evidently she had reason to be. I waited but she didn't say any more,and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of herdaughter."I suppose she talks, and--eats, and everything.""Oh, yes." She looked at me absently. "Listen, Nick; let me tell you whatI said when she was born. Would you like to hear?""Very much.""It'll show you how I've gotten to feel about--<a title="things. Well, she " 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">things. Well, she was </a><br>lessthan an hour old and Tom was God knows where. I woke up out of the etherwith an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if itwas a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my headaway and wept. 'All right,' I said, 'I'm glad it's a girl. And I hopeshe'll be a fool--that's the best thing a girl can be in this world,a beautiful little fool.""You see I think everything's terrible anyhow," she went on in aconvinced way. "Everybody thinks so--the most advanced people. And I KNOW.I've been <br><a title="everywhere and seen" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%84pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%87%eb%82%a8%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">everywhere and seen</a> everything and done everything."Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom's, and shelaughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated--God, I'm sophisticated!"The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my attention,my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said.It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trickof some sort to exact a contributory emotion from me. I waited,and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirkon her lovely face as if she had ass<br><a title="erte