""She's asleep. She's two years old. Haven'

b<br><a title="ed.""Jordan's going to " 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">ed.""Jordan's going to</a> 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, unpleasant story,but what it was I had forgotten lon<a title="g ago."Good " 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">g ago."Good night</a>," 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 linen closets and pushyou out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing----""Good night," c<a title="alled Miss Baker" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">alled Miss Baker </a>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, Nick'sgoing to look after her, aren't you, Nick? She's going to spend lots ofweek-ends out here this summer. I think the home influen<a title="ce will be very" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">ce will be verygo</a>od 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 little heart to 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 sur<a title="e we did. It sort of" 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">e we did. It sort of</a><br>crept 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 up to go home. They 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 y<a title="ou wereengaged to a g" 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">ou wereengaged to a gir</a>l out West.""That's right," corroborated Tom kindly. "We heard that you wereengaged.""It's libel. I'm too poor.""But we heard it," insisted Daisy, surprising me by opening up again ina flower-like way. "We heard it from three people so it must be true."Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn't even vaguelyengaged. The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of<a title=" thereasons I had c" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%a4%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%84%ea%b8%88%ec%a0%95%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> thereasons I ha</a><br>d come east. You can't stop going with an old friend onaccount of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of beingrumored into marriage.Their interest rather touched me and made them less remotelyrich--nevertheless, I was confused and a little disgusted as I droveaway. It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to do was to rush out ofthe house, child in arms--but apparently there were <a title="no such intentionsin her" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">no such intentions</a>in her head. As for Tom, the fact that he "had some woman in New York"was really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book.Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if hissturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of waysidegarages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of<a title=" light, and when" 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"> light, and when Ir</a>eached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat fora while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard. The wind had blownoff, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees anda persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew thefrogs full of life. The silhouette of a moving cat wavered across themoonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that<br><a title=" I was notalon" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> I was notalone--fift</a><br>y feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of myneighbor's mansion and was standing with his hands in his pocketsregarding the silver pepper of the stars. Something in his leisurelymovements and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn suggestedthat it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share washis of our local heavens.I decided to call to him. Miss Baker had <a title="mentioned him " 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">mentioned him </a>at dinner, andthat would do for an introduction. But I didn't call to him for he gavea sudden intimation that he was content to be alone--he stretched out hisarms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from himI could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward--anddistinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away,that might have been the <a title="end of a dock. W" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">end of a dock. When</a> I looked once more for Gatsbyhe had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.Chapter 2About half way between West Egg and New York the motor-road hastilyjoins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as toshrink away from a certain desolate area of land. This is a valley ofashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges andhills and grotes<a title="que gardens where ashes" 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">que gardens where ashes</a> take the forms of houses andchimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, ofmen who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.Occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track, givesout a ghastly creak and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-greymen swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloudwhich screens their ob<br><a title="scure o