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"
I
never
loved
him
,
"
she
said
,
with
perceptible
reluctance
.
"
Not
at
Kapiolani
?
"
demanded
Tom
suddenly
.
"
No
.
"
From
the
ballroom
beneath
,
muffled
and
suffocating
chords
were
drifting
up
on
hot
waves
of
air
.
"
Not
that
day
I
carried
you
down
from
the
Punch
Bowl
to
keep
your
shoes
dry
?
"
There
was
a
husky
tenderness
in
his
tone
...
.
"
Daisy
?
"
"
Please
do
n't
.
"
Her
voice
was
cold
,
but
the
rancor
was
gone
from
it
.
She
looked
at
Gatsby
.
"
There
,
Jay
,
"
she
said
--
but
her
hand
as
she
tried
to
light
a
cigarette
was
trembling
.
Suddenly
she
threw
the
cigarette
and
the
burning
match
on
the
carpet
.
"
Oh
,
you
want
too
much
!
"
she
cried
to
Gatsby
.
"
I
love
you
now
--
is
n't
that
enough
?
I
ca
n't
help
what
's
past
.
"
She
began
to
sob
helplessly
.
"
I
did
love
him
once
--
but
I
loved
you
too
.
"
Gatsby
's
eyes
opened
and
closed
.
"
You
loved
me
too
?
"
he
repeated
.
