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Gatsby
took
up
his
drink
.
"
They
certainly
look
cool
,
"
he
said
,
with
visible
tension
.
We
drank
in
long
,
greedy
swallows
.
"
I
read
somewhere
that
the
sun
's
getting
hotter
every
year
,
"
said
Tom
genially
.
"
It
seems
that
pretty
soon
the
earth
's
going
to
fall
into
the
sun
--
or
wait
a
minute
--
it
's
just
the
opposite
--
the
sun
's
getting
colder
every
year
.
"
Come
outside
,
"
he
suggested
to
Gatsby
,
"
I
'd
like
you
to
have
a
look
at
the
place
.
"
I
went
with
them
out
to
the
veranda
.
On
the
green
Sound
,
stagnant
in
the
heat
,
one
small
sail
crawled
slowly
toward
the
fresher
sea
.
Gatsby
's
eyes
followed
it
momentarily
;
he
raised
his
hand
and
pointed
across
the
bay
.
"
I
'm
right
across
from
you
.
"
"
So
you
are
.
"
Our
eyes
lifted
over
the
rose-beds
and
the
hot
lawn
and
the
weedy
refuse
of
the
dog-days
along-shore
.
Slowly
the
white
wings
of
the
boat
moved
against
the
blue
cool
limit
of
the
sky
.
Ahead
lay
the
scalloped
ocean
and
the
abounding
blessed
isles
.
"
There
's
sport
for
you
,
"
said
Tom
,
nodding
.
"
I
'd
like
to
be
out
there
with
him
for
about
an
hour
.
"
