"Flushed with his impassioned gibberish he

t<a title="he crunch of leat" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">he crunch of leathe</a><br>r 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 andc<a title="ontinued: "I" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%84www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%86%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%86%97%ec%98%b9%ec%a7%84%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ontinued: "I looked outd</a>oors for a minute and it's very romanticoutdoors. There's a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightingalecome over on the Cunard or White Star Line. He's singi<a title="ng away----" " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">ng away----" hervo</a><br>ice 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."T<a title="he telephone r" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%9cpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%8f%ec%a4%91%eb%9e%91%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">he telephone </a>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<a title=" five minutes " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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"> five minutes at </a>table I remember the candles being lit again,pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at everyone and yet to avoid all eyes. I couldn't guess what Daisy<a title=" and Tomwere thin" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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"> and Tomwere</a> 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 title="a certain te" 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">a certain temperamen</a>tthe 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 Mi<a title="ssBaker, with se" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%87%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9e%8a%ec%84%b1%eb%8f%99%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ssBaker, with several fe</a>et of twilight between them strolled back intothe library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, whiletrying to look pleasantly interested and a little <br><a title="deaf I followedDaisy" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9c%94%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">deaf I followedDai</a><br>sy 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 feelin<a title="g its lovely s" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%8f%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9c%8f%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">g its lovely</a><br> 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 lit<a title="tle girl."We don't know" 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">tle girl."We</a><br> don't know each other very well, Nick," she said suddenly."Even if we are cousins. You didn't come to my wedding.""I wasn't back from the war.""That's true." She hesitated. "We<a title="ll, I've had a very bad" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%a4%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%a0%95%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ll, I've had a </a><br>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 <a title="to the subje" 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">to the subjec</a>t 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 l<a title="ike to hear?""Very much." href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%93www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%a4%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+%ec%9d%80%ed%8f%89%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ike to hear?</a>""Very much.""It'll show you how I've gotten to feel about--things. Well, she was lessthan an hour old and Tom was God knows where. I woke up out of the etherwith an utterly aba<a title="ndoned feeli" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%97%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%86%97%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ndoned feeling and</a> 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 ho<br><a title="peshe'll be a foo" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%a4%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%a0%95%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">peshe'll be a f</a>ool--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 thin<a title="ks so--the most" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%94%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88+%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ks so--the most advance</a>d people. And I KNOW.I've been everywhere and seen everything and done everything."Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom's, and shelaughed wit<a title="h thrilling " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">h thrilling scorn. "</a>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 ma<a title="de me uneasy, as tho" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">de me uneasy, as thoug</a>h 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 smirk<br><a title="on her lovel" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">on her lovely face as if</a> she had asserted her membership in a ratherdistinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged.Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light. Tom and Miss Bake<a title="rsat at either end o" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9c%94%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">rsat at either end</a> of the long couch and she read aloud to him fromthe "Saturday Evening Post"--the words, murmurous anduninflected, running together in a soothing tune. The lamp-light,brig<a title="ht on his boots " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%97%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%80%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+%ec%98%b9%ec%a7%84%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ht on his boots </a>and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair,glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slendermuscles in her arms.When we came in she held us silent f<br><a title="or a moment with a lift" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%84%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%ea%b3%84%ec%96%91%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">or a moment wit</a>h a lifted hand."To be continued," she said, tossing the magazine on the table, "in ourvery next issue."Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she<br><a title="stood up."Ten" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">stood up."Ten o'clock,</a><br>" she remarked, apparently finding the time on theceiling. "Time for this good girl to go to bed.""Jordan's going to play in the tournament tomorrow," explained Daisy,<a title=""over at Westchester."" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">"over at Wes</a>tchester.""Oh,--you're JORdan Baker."I knew now why her face was familiar--its pleasing contemptuousexpression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures ofthe sporting<a title=" life at Ashev" 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"> life at Ashev</a>ille and Hot Springs and Palm Beach. Ihad heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story,but what it was I had forgotten long ago."Good night," she said softly. "Wa<br><a title="ke me at eight, won't " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">ke me at eight, won't y</a>ou.""If you'll get up.""I will. Good night, Mr. Carraway. See you anon.""Of course you will," confirmed Daisy. "In fact I think I'll arrangea marriage. Come over ofte<br><a title="n, Nick, and I" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">n, Nick, and I'l</a>l sort of--oh--fling youtogether. You know--lock you up accidentally in linen closets and pushyou out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing----""Good night," called M<br><a title="iss Baker from the s" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%9cpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%a5%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%80%ec%9d%b4%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">iss Baker from the stai</a>rs. "I haven't heard a word.""She's a nice girl," said Tom after a moment. "They oughtn't to let herrun around the country this way.""Who oughtn't to?" inquired Daisy<a title=" coldly."Her