"Imagine marrying anybody in this heat!" cried

h<a title="is eyes toward it abse" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">is eyes towar</a>d it absently. "I have been glancinginto some of the rooms. Let's go to Coney Island, old sport. In my car.""It's too late.""Well, suppose we take a plunge in the swimming pool? I haven't made useof it all summer.""I've got to go to bed.""All right."He waited, looking at me with suppressed eagerness."I talked with Miss Baker," I said after a moment. "I'm going to call upDaisy tomorrow and invite her over here to tea.""Oh, that's all right," he said carelessly. "I do<br><a title="n't want to put you toan" 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">n't want to put yo</a>u toany trouble.""What day would suit you?""What day would suit YOU?" he corrected me quickly. "I don't want to putyou to any trouble, you see.""How about the day after tomorrow?" He considered for a moment. Then,with reluctance:"I want to get the grass cut," he said.We both looked at the grass--there was a sharp line where my ragged lawnended and the darker, well-kept expanse of his began. I suspected thathe meant my grass."There's another little thing," he sa<a title="id uncertainly, and hes" 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">id uncertainly, a</a>nd hesitated."Would you rather put it off for a few days?" I asked."Oh, it isn't about that. At least----" He fumbled with a series ofbeginnings. "Why, I thought--why, look here, old sport, you don't makemuch money, do you?""Not very much."This seemed to reassure him and he continued more confidently."I thought you didn't, if you'll pardon my--you see, I carry on alittle business on the side, a sort of sideline, you understand. And Ithought that if you don't mak<a title="e very much--You're sel" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">e very much--You're se</a>lling bonds, aren'tyou, old sport?""Trying to.""Well, this would interest you. It wouldn't take up much of yourtime and you might pick up a nice bit of money. It happens to bea rather confidential sort of thing."I realize now that under different circumstances that conversation mighthave been one of the crises of my life. But, because the offer wasobviously and tactlessly for a service to be rendered, I had no choiceexcept to cut him off there."I've got my <br><a title="hands full," I said. "I'" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">hands full," I sai</a>d. "I'm much obliged but I couldn't takeon any more work.""You wouldn't have to do any business with Wolfshiem." Evidently hethought that I was shying away from the "gonnegtion" mentioned at lunch,but I assured him he was wrong. He waited a moment longer, hoping I'dbegin a conversation, but I was too absorbed to be responsive, so he wentunwillingly home.The evening had made me light-headed and happy; I think I walked into adeep sleep as I entered my front door.<a title=" So I didn't know whe" 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"> So I didn't know whe</a>ther or notGatsby went to Coney Island or for how many hours he "glanced intorooms" while his house blazed gaudily on. I called up Daisy from theoffice next morning and invited her to come to tea."Don't bring Tom," I warned her."What?""Don't bring Tom.""Who is 'Tom'?" she asked innocently.The day agreed upon was pouring rain. At eleven o'clock a man in araincoat dragging a lawn-mower tapped at my front door and said thatMr. Gatsby had sent him over to cut my<br><a title=" grass. This reminde" 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"> grass. This remind</a>ed me that Ihad forgotten to tell my Finn to come back so I drove into West EggVillage to search for her among soggy white-washed alleys and to buysome cups and lemons and flowers.The flowers were unnecessary, for at two o'clock a greenhouse arrivedfrom Gatsby's, with innumerable receptacles to contain it. An hourlater the front door opened nervously, and Gatsby in a white flannelsuit, silver shirt and gold-colored tie hurried in. He was pale andthere were dar<a title="k signs of sleeples" 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">k signs of s</a>leeplessness beneath his eyes."Is everything all right?" he asked immediately."The grass looks fine, if that's what you mean.""What grass?" he inquired blankly. "Oh, the grass in the yard." He lookedout the window at it, but judging from his expression I don't believehe saw a thing."Looks very good," he remarked vaguely. "One of the papers said theythought the rain would stop about four. I think it was 'The Journal.' Haveyou got everything you need in the shape of--o<a title="f tea?"I took him int" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">f tea?"I took</a> him into the pantry where he looked a little reproachfully at theFinn. Together we scrutinized the twelve lemon cakes from the delicatessenshop."Will they do?" I asked."Of course, of course! They're fine!" and he added hollowly, ". . .oldsport."The rain cooled about half-past three to a damp mist through whichoccasional thin drops swam like dew. Gatsby looked with vacant eyesthrough a copy of Clay's "Economics," starting at the Finnish tread thatshook the kitchen f<a title="loor and peering to" 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">loor and peer</a>ing toward the bleared windows from timeto time as if a series of invisible but alarming happenings were takingplace outside. Finally he got up and informed me in an uncertain voicethat he was going home."Why's that?""Nobody's coming to tea. It's too late!" He looked at his watch as ifthere was some pressing demand on his time elsewhere. "I can't waitall day.""Don't be silly; it's just two minutes to four."He sat down, miserably, as if I had pushed him, and simultan<a title="eo