He might think he saw a connection in it--

o<a title="f Mr. Tostof" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">f Mr. Tostoff's </a>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 his face andhis short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day. I couldsee nothing sinister about him. I wo<a title="ndered if the fact " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%87www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%87%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%87%ec%86%a1%ed%8c%8c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ndered if the fact tha</a>t 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 the "Jazz History 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<a title=", even into groups" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%98%85www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ea%b8%88%ed%98%b8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%80%ec%98%a4%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">, even into groups</a><br> knowingthat some one would arrest their falls--but no one swooned backward onGatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby'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. Gatsb<a title="y would liket" 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">y would liketo speak to </a><br>you alone.""With me?" she exclaimed in surprise."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 learned t<a title="owalk upon gol" 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">owalk upon golf course</a>s 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 conversation with two chorus girls, and whoimplored me to join him, I went i<a title="nside.The lar" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">nside.The large room </a><br>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 ofchampagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptlythat everything was very very sad--she was not only singing, she wasw<a title="eeping too. Whenever" 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">eeping too. W</a>henever 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 coursed down 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 <br><a title="rivulets. Ahumoro" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%84%eb%8f%99%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">rivulets. Ahumoro</a>us suggestion was made that she sing the notes on her facewhereupon she threw up her hands, sank 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 <a title="husbands. Even Jordan" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">husbands. Even J</a><br>ordan's party, the quartetfrom East 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 sheappeared suddenly at his s<a title="ide like an a" 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">ide like an a</a>ngry 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 other in slightly raisedvoices."Whenever he sees I'm having a good time he wants to g<a title="o home.""Never heard any" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%85pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8b%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">o home.""Nev</a>er 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 an hour ago."In spite of the wives' agreement that such malevolence was beyondcredibility, the dispute ended in a short struggle, and both wiv<br><a title="es werelifted ki" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%84%eb%8f%99%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">es werelifte</a><br>d kicking into the night.As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened andJordan Baker and Gatsby came out together. He was saying some last wordto her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly intoformality as several people approached him to say goodbye.Jordan's party were calling impatiently to h<br><a title="er from the porch bu" 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">er from the porch b</a><br>ut shelingered for a moment to shake hands."I've just heard the most amazing thing," she whispered. "How long werewe in there?""Why,--about an hour.""It was--simply amazing," she repeated abstractedly. "But I sworeI wouldn't tell it and here I am tantalizing you." She yawnedgracefully in my face. "Please come and see me.<a title=" . . .