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a<a title=" moment I ret" 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"> moment I re</a>turned rather feebly to the subject 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 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 wo<a title="ke up out of the e" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%86%97pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%80%eb%8f%84%eb%b4%89%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ke up out of the</a> etherwith an utterly abandoned feeling and 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 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<a title="," she went on in aconvi" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%85www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%ea%b0%95%ed%99%94%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">," she went on</a><br> in aconvinced way. "Everybody thinks so--the most advanced 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 with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated--God, I'm sophisticated!"The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my attention,my belief<br><a title=", I felt the basic in" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">, I felt the basic insi</a><br>ncerity of what she had said.It made me uneasy, as though 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 smirkon her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a ratherdistinguished secret society to which she and Tom belong<a title="ed.Inside, the " 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">ed.Inside, the crim</a>son room bloomed with light. Tom and Miss Bakersat at either end 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,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 f<br><a title="lutter of slende" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%a4%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">lutter of slenderm</a>uscles 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 table, "in ourvery next issue."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<a title=" go to bed.""Jordan's" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%86%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9e%8a%ec%95%88%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> go to bed.""Jo</a>rdan'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 contemptuousexpression 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, unp<a title="leasant story,but wh" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9e%8apukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%94%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%eb%8f%99%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">leasant story,but what i</a><br>t 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 will," confirmed Daisy. "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 line<a title="n closets and push" 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">n closets and pushyou</a><br> 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 herrun around the country this way.""Who oughtn't to?" inquired Daisy coldly."Her family.""Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old. Besides, Ni<br><a title="ck'sgoing to look after" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">ck'sgoing to look</a> after her, aren't you, Nick? She's going to spend lots ofweek-ends out here this summer. I think the home influence will be verygood for her."Daisy and Tom looked at each other for a moment in silence."Is she from New York?" I asked quickly."From Louisville. Our white girlhood was passed together there. Ourbeautiful white----""Did you give Nick a lit<br><a title="tle heart to he" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9c%94www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%85%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+%ea%b0%95%ed%99%94%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">tle heart to</a> heart talk on the veranda?"demanded Tom suddenly."Did I?" She looked at me. "I can't seem to remember, but I thinkwe talked about the Nordic race. Yes, I'm sure we did. It sort ofcrept up on us and first thing you know----""Don't believe everything you hear, Nick," he advised me.I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes laterI got <a title="up to go home. T" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">up to go home. The</a>y came to the door with me and stood side byside in a cheerful square of light. As I started my motor Daisyperemptorily called "Wait!"I forgot to ask you something, and it's important. We heard you wereengaged to a girl out West.""That's right," corroborated Tom kindly. "We heard that you wereengaged.""It's libel. I'm too poor.""But we heard it," ins<a title="iste