Some timetoward midnight Tom Buchanan and

S<a title="tar Line. He's sin" 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">tar Line. He</a>'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 o<br><a title="f thelast fi" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%86%97%ea%b6%8c%ec%84%a0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">f thelast five min</a>utes at 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 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 <br><a title="certain temperam" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">certain temperamentthe </a>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 perfectly tangible body, whiletrying to look pleasantly interested and a little deaf I follow<a title="edDaisy around" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%a5pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%84%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%9c%8f%eb%b6%80%ec%82%b0%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">edDaisy arou</a>nd 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 <a title="each other v" 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">each other very </a>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. "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 su<br><a title="ppose she talks, and" 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">ppose she talks, </a>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--things. Well, she was 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 <br><a title="if itwas a boy or a gi" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">if itwas a boy</a><br> 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 eve<a title="rywhere and seen ev" 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">rywhere and seen </a><br>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 so<a title="rt to exact a contrib" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">rt to exact a contributo</a><br>ry 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 asserted her membership in a ratherdistinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged.Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light. Tom and Miss Bakersat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him fromthe "Saturda<a title="y Evening Post"--the" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%99%8fpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%84%ec%88%98%ec%98%81%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">y Evening Po</a>st"--the words, murmurous anduninflected, running together in a soothing tune. The lamp-light,bright on his boots 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 for a moment with a lifted hand."To be continued," she said, tossing the magazine on the ta<a title="ble, "in ourvery n" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%94%ec%95%88%ec%84%b1%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ble, "in ourvery next is</a><br>sue."Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and shestood up."Ten o'clock," 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,"over at Westchester.""Oh,--you're JORdan Baker."I knew now why her face was familiar--its pleasing c<a title="ontemptuousexpression h" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8f%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%80%ea%b4%80%ec%95%85%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ontemptuousexpressi</a><br>on had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures ofthe sporting life at Asheville 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. "Wake me at eight, won't you.""If you'll get up.""I will. Good night, Mr. Carraway. See you anon.""Of course you wi<a title="ll," confirmed Da" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%85pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%80%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%8f%ec%84%9c%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ll," confirmed Daisy</a>. "In fact I think I'll arrangea marriage. Come over often, Nick, and I'll 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 Miss Baker from the stairs. "I haven't heard a word.""She's a nice girl," said Tom after a moment. "They oughtn't to let her<a title="run ar