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"
That
's
why
I
came
over
to-night
.
"
"
Well
,
he
was
n't
always
a
butler
;
he
used
to
be
the
silver
polisher
for
some
people
in
New
York
that
had
a
silver
service
for
two
hundred
people
.
He
had
to
polish
it
from
morning
till
night
,
until
finally
it
began
to
affect
his
nose
--
--
"
"
Things
went
from
bad
to
worse
,
"
suggested
Miss
Baker
.
"
Yes
.
Things
went
from
bad
to
worse
,
until
finally
he
had
to
give
up
his
position
.
"
For
a
moment
the
last
sunshine
fell
with
romantic
affection
upon
her
glowing
face
;
her
voice
compelled
me
forward
breathlessly
as
I
listened
--
then
the
glow
faded
,
each
light
deserting
her
with
lingering
regret
,
like
children
leaving
a
pleasant
street
at
dusk
.
The
butler
came
back
and
murmured
something
close
to
Tom
's
ear
,
whereupon
Tom
frowned
,
pushed
back
his
chair
,
and
without
a
word
went
inside
.
As
if
his
absence
quickened
something
within
her
,
Daisy
leaned
forward
again
,
her
voice
glowing
and
singing
.
"
I
love
to
see
you
at
my
table
,
Nick
.
You
remind
me
of
a
--
of
a
rose
,
an
absolute
rose
.
Does
n't
he
?
"
She
turned
to
Miss
Baker
for
confirmation
:
"
An
absolute
rose
?
"
This
was
untrue
.
I
am
not
even
faintly
like
a
rose
.
She
was
only
extemporizing
,
but
a
stirring
warmth
flowed
from
her
,
as
if
her
heart
was
trying
to
come
out
to
you
concealed
in
one
of
those
breathless
,
thrilling
words
.
Then
suddenly
she
threw
her
napkin
on
the
table
and
excused
herself
and
went
into
the
house
.
Miss
Baker
and
I
exchanged
a
short
glance
consciously
devoid
of
meaning
.
I
was
about
to
speak
when
she
sat
up
alertly
and
said
"
Sh
!
"
in
a
warning
voice
.
A
subdued
impassioned
murmur
was
audible
in
the
room
beyond
,
and
Miss
Baker
leaned
forward
unashamed
,
trying
to
hear
.
The
murmur
trembled
on
the
verge
of
coherence
,
sank
down
,
mounted
excitedly
,
and
then
ceased
altogether
.
"
This
Mr.
Gatsby
you
spoke
of
is
my
neighbor
--
--
"
I
said
.
