Tell him Mr. Carrawaycame over.""Who?" he dem

e<a title="xultation a newwell-bein" 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">xultation a new</a>well-being radiated from him and filled the little room."Oh, hello, old sport," he said, as if he hadn't seen me for years. Ithought for a moment he was going to shake hands."It's stopped raining.""Has it?" When he realized wh<a title="at I was tal" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8fwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%86%97%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9c%94%ec%96%91%ec%b2%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">at I was talk</a>ing about, that there weretwinkle-bells of sunshine in the room, he smiled like a weather man,like an ecstatic patron of recurrent light, and repeated the news toDaisy. "What do you think of that? It's stopped raining.""I'm glad<a title=", Jay." Her throat" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">, Jay." Her </a>throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told onlyof her unexpected joy."I want you and Daisy to come over to my house," he said, "I'd like toshow her around.""You're sure you want me to come?""Absolutely, old sport."Daisy went u<a title="pstairs to wash her fac" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9e%8apukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%97%80%ea%b3%bc%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">pstairs to wash </a><br>her face--too late I thought with humiliationof my towels--while Gatsby and I waited on the lawn."My house looks well, doesn't it?" he demanded. "See how the wholefront of it catches the light."I agreed that it was splendid."<a title="Yes." His eyes went ov" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9c%8f%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%8b%ec%a4%91%ea%b5%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">Yes." His eyes went over</a> it, every arched door and square tower. "It tookme just three years to earn the money that bought it.""I thought you inherited your money.""I did, old sport," he said automatically, "but I lost most of it inthe big p<br><a title="anic--the panic of" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%9c%ed%8c%94%eb%8b%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">anic--the panic of th</a>e war."I think he hardly knew what he was saying, for when I asked him whatbusiness he was in he answered "That's my affair," before he realizedthat it wasn't the appropriate reply."Oh, I've been in several things," he c<a title="orrected him" 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">orrected him</a>self. "I was in thedrug business and then I was in the oil business. But I'm not in eitherone now." He looked at me with more attention. "Do you mean you've beenthinking over what I proposed the other night?"Before I could answer<a title=", Daisy came " 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">, Daisy came</a><br> out of the house and two rows of brassbuttons on her dress gleamed in the sunlight."That huge place THERE?" she cried pointing."Do you like it?""I love it, but I don't see how you live there all alone.""I keep it always full of <br><a title="interesting peopl" 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">interesting people, </a>night and day. People whodo interesting things. Celebrated people."Instead of taking the short cut along the Sound we went down the road andentered by the big postern. With enchanting murmurs Daisy admired thisaspect or t<a title="hat of the f" 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%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%86%97%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9c%94%ec%96%91%ec%b2%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">hat of the feudal </a>silhouette against the sky, admired thegardens, the sparkling odor of jonquils and the frothy odor of hawthornand plum blossoms and the pale gold odor of kiss-me-at-the-gate.It was strange to reach the marble steps and find<a title=" no stir of b" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9c%8fpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97%ec%86%a1%ed%83%84%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> no stir of brightdresse</a>s in and out the door, and hear no sound but bird voices in thetrees.And inside as we wandered through Marie Antoinette music rooms andRestoration salons I felt that there were guests concealed behindevery couch and t<a title="able, under orde" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">able, under orders to b</a>e breathlessly silent until wehad passed through. As Gatsby closed the door of "the Merton CollegeLibrary" I could have sworn I heard the owl-eyed man break intoghostly laughter.We went upstairs, through period bedroom<br><a title="s swathed in ro" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%a5%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%98%82%ec%97%b0%ec%a0%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">s swathed in </a>rose and lavendersilk and vivid with new flowers, through dressing rooms and poolrooms,and bathrooms with sunken baths--intruding into one chamber where adishevelled man in pajamas was doing liver exercises on the floor. Itwas M<a title="r. Klipspringer, " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%8f%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%99%a5%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">r. Klipspringer, the </a>"boarder." I had seen him wandering hungrilyabout the beach that morning. Finally we came to Gatsby's own apartment,a bedroom and a bath and an Adam study, where we sat down and drank aglass of some Chartreuse he took fr<br><a title="om a cupboard in the wa" 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">om a cupboard i</a>n the wall.He hadn't once ceased looking at Daisy and I think he revaluedeverything in his house according to the measure of response it drewfrom her well-loved eyes. Sometimes, too, he stared around at hispossessions in a daz<br><a title="ed way as though in her " 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">ed way as though i</a>n her actual and astoundingpresence none of it was any longer real. Once he nearly toppled down aflight of stairs.His bedroom was the simplest room of all--except where the dresser wasgarnished with a toilet set of pure dul<br><a title="l gold. Daisy to" 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">l gold. Daisy t</a><br>ook the brushwith delight and smoothed her hair, whereupon Gatsby sat down andshaded his eyes and began to laugh."It's the funniest thing, old sport," he said hilariously. "I can't--whenI try to----"He had passed visibly thro