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"
He
came
to
us
dead
broke
.
He
was
very
glad
to
pick
up
some
money
,
old
sport
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
call
me
'
old
sport
'
!
"
cried
Tom
.
Gatsby
said
nothing
.
"
Walter
could
have
you
up
on
the
betting
laws
too
,
but
Wolfsheim
scared
him
into
shutting
his
mouth
.
"
That
unfamiliar
yet
recognizable
look
was
back
again
in
Gatsby
's
face
.
"
That
drug-store
business
was
just
small
change
,
"
continued
Tom
slowly
,
"
but
you
've
got
something
on
now
that
Walter
's
afraid
to
tell
me
about
.
"
I
glanced
at
Daisy
,
who
was
staring
terrified
between
Gatsby
and
her
husband
,
and
at
Jordan
,
who
had
begun
to
balance
an
invisible
but
absorbing
object
on
the
tip
of
her
chin
.
Then
I
turned
back
to
Gatsby
--
and
was
startled
at
his
expression
.
He
looked
--
and
this
is
said
in
all
contempt
for
the
babbled
slander
of
his
garden
--
as
if
he
had
"
killed
a
man
.
"
For
a
moment
the
set
of
his
face
could
be
described
in
just
that
fantastic
way
.
It
passed
,
and
he
began
to
talk
excitedly
to
Daisy
,
denying
everything
,
defending
his
name
against
accusations
that
had
not
been
made
.
But
with
every
word
she
was
drawing
further
and
further
into
herself
,
so
he
gave
that
up
,
and
only
the
dead
dream
fought
on
as
the
afternoon
slipped
away
,
trying
to
touch
what
was
no
longer
tangible
,
struggling
unhappily
,
undespairingly
,
toward
that
lost
voice
across
the
room
.
The
voice
begged
again
to
go
.
"
please
,
Tom
!
I
ca
n't
stand
this
any
more
.
"
Her
frightened
eyes
told
that
whatever
intentions
,
whatever
courage
,
she
had
had
,
were
definitely
gone
.
"
You
two
start
on
home
,
Daisy
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
In
Mr.
Gatsby
's
car
.
"
