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"
If
somebody
'll
come
here
and
sit
with
him
,
"
he
snapped
authoritatively
.
He
watched
while
the
two
men
standing
closest
glanced
at
each
other
and
went
unwillingly
into
the
room
.
Then
Tom
shut
the
door
on
them
and
came
down
the
single
step
,
his
eyes
avoiding
the
table
.
As
he
passed
close
to
me
he
whispered
:
"
Let
's
get
out
.
"
Self-consciously
,
with
his
authoritative
arms
breaking
the
way
,
we
pushed
through
the
still
gathering
crowd
,
passing
a
hurried
doctor
,
case
in
hand
,
who
had
been
sent
for
in
wild
hope
half
an
hour
ago
.
Tom
drove
slowly
until
we
were
beyond
the
bend
--
then
his
foot
came
down
hard
,
and
the
coupe
raced
along
through
the
night
.
In
a
little
while
I
heard
a
low
husky
sob
,
and
saw
that
the
tears
were
overflowing
down
his
face
.
"
The
God
damned
coward
!
"
he
whimpered
.
"
He
did
n't
even
stop
his
car
.
"
The
Buchanans
'
house
floated
suddenly
toward
us
through
the
dark
rustling
trees
.
Tom
stopped
beside
the
porch
and
looked
up
at
the
second
floor
,
where
two
windows
bloomed
with
light
among
the
vines
.
"
Daisy
's
home
,
"
he
said
.
As
we
got
out
of
the
car
he
glanced
at
me
and
frowned
slightly
.
"
I
ought
to
have
dropped
you
in
West
Egg
,
Nick
.
There
's
nothing
we
can
do
to-night
.
"
A
change
had
come
over
him
,
and
he
spoke
gravely
,
and
with
decision
.
As
we
walked
across
the
moonlight
gravel
to
the
porch
he
disposed
of
the
situation
in
a
few
brisk
phrases
.
"
I
'll
telephone
for
a
taxi
to
take
you
home
,
and
while
you
're
waiting
you
and
Jordan
better
go
in
the
kitchen
and
have
them
get
you
some
supper
--
if
you
want
any
.
"
He
opened
the
door
.
"
Come
in
.
"
