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t<a title="he light," cried Mrs. " 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">he light," cried Mrs. Mc</a>Kee. "I thinkit's----"Her husband said "SH!" and we all looked at the subject again whereuponTom Buchanan yawned audibly and got to his feet."You McKees have something to drink," he said. "Get some more ice andmineral water, Myrtle, befo<br><a title="re everybody goes to" 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">re everybody </a>goes to sleep.""I told that boy about the ice." Myrtle raised her eyebrows in despairat the shiftlessness of the lower orders. "These people! You have to keepafter them all the time."She looked at me and laughed pointlessly. Then she flounced over <a title="to thedog, kissed it wit" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%99%8fwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9c%94%ec%84%b1%eb%b6%81%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">to thedog, kissed it </a>with ecstasy and swept into the kitchen, implying thata dozen chefs awaited her orders there."I've done some nice things out on Long Island," asserted Mr. McKee.Tom looked at him blankly."Two of them we have framed downstairs.""Two what?" d<br><a title="emanded Tom."Two" 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">emanded Tom."</a>Two studies. One of them I call 'Montauk Point--the Gulls,' and theother I call 'Montauk Point--the Sea.' "The sister Catherine sat down beside me on the couch."Do you live down on Long Island, too?" she inquired."I live at West Egg.""Really? I was<br><a title=" down there at a pa" 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"> down there at a p</a><br>arty about a month ago. At a man namedGatsby's. Do you know him?""I live next door to him.""Well, they say he's a nephew or a cousin of Kaiser Wilhelm's. That'swhere all his money comes from.""Really?"She nodded."I'm scared of him. I'd hate to<a title=" have him get an" 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"> have him get anyt</a><br>hing on me."This absorbing information about my neighbor was interrupted byMrs. McKee's pointing suddenly at Catherine:"Chester, I think you could do something with HER," she broke out,but Mr. McKee only nodded in a bored way and turned his at<a title="tentionto Tom."I'd like" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">tentionto Tom."I'd l</a><br>ike to do more work on Long Island if I could get the entry. AllI ask is that they should give me a start.""Ask Myrtle," said Tom, breaking into a short shout of laughter asMrs. Wilson entered with a tray. "She'll give you a letter ofintrodu<br><a title="ction, won't you," href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">ction, won't you, Myrtle</a>?""Do what?" she asked, startled."You'll give McKee a letter of introduction to your husband, so he cando some studies of him." His lips moved silently for a moment as heinvented. " 'George B. Wilson at the Gasoline Pump,' or something l<br><a title="ikethat."Cather" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%a5%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ikethat."Catherine lea</a>ned close to me and whispered in my ear: "Neither of themcan stand the person they're married to.""Can't they?""Can't STAND them." She looked at Myrtle and then at Tom. "What I say is,why go on living with them if they can't stand them? If<a title=" I was them I" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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"> I was them I'</a>d geta divorce and get married to each other right away.""Doesn't she like Wilson either?"The answer to this was unexpected. It came from Myrtle who had overheardthe question and it was violent and obscene."You see?" cried Catherine triumphantly. <a title="She lowered her v" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">She lowered her voice</a> again."It's really his wife that's keeping them apart. She's a Catholic andthey don't believe in divorce."Daisy was not a Catholic and I was a little shocked at the elaboratenessof the lie."When they do get married," continued Catherine, "<br><a title="they're going west tol" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">they're going west to</a><br>live for a while until it blows over.""It'd be more discreet to go to Europe.""Oh, do you like Europe?" she exclaimed surprisingly. "I just got backfrom Monte Carlo.""Really.""Just last year. I went over there with another girl.""Stay long?<a title="""No, we just went to M" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%99%8fwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9c%94%ec%84%b1%eb%b6%81%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">""No, we jus</a>t went to Monte Carlo and back. We went by way of Marseilles.We had over twelve hundred dollars when we started but we got gyppedout of it all in two days in the private rooms. We had an awful timegetting back, I can tell you. God, how I hated that <br><a title="town!"The late a" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%93www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%9c%ec%96%91%ec%b2%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">town!"The late af</a>ternoon sky bloomed in the window for a moment like the bluehoney of the Mediterranean--then the shrill voice of Mrs. McKee called meback into the room."I almost made a mistake, too," she declared vigorously. "I almostmarried a little kyke who'<a title="d been after" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%82%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">d been after me for </a>years. I knew he wasbelow me. Everybody kept saying to me: 'Lucille, that man's way belowyou!' But if I hadn't met Chester, he'd of got me sure.""Yes, but listen," said Myrtle Wilson, nodding her head up and down,"at least you didn't marry h<a title="im.""I know " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%9cpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%80%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%84%ec%9d%98%ec%99%95%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">im.""I know </a>I didn't.""Well, I married him," said Myrtle, ambiguously. "And that's thedifference between your case and mine.""Why did you, Myrtle?" demanded Catherine. "Nobody forced you to."Myrtle considered."I married him because I thought he was a gentleman,<a title="" she said finally."" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%ec%a2%85%eb%a1%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">" she said finally."I </a><br>thought he knew something about breeding, but he wasn't fit to lickmy shoe.""You were crazy about him for a while," said Catherine."Crazy about him!" cried Myrtle incredulously. "Who said I was crazy abouthim? I never was any more crazy ab<a title="out him than I was abo" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%a5%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82%eb%b6%80%ed%8f%89%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">out him than I </a><br>was about that manthere."She pointed suddenly at me, and every one looked at me accusingly.I tried to show by my expression that I had played no part in her past."The only CRAZY I was was when I married him. I knew right away I made amistake. He <a title="borr