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"
No
,
thanks
.
But
I
'd
be
glad
if
you
'd
order
me
the
taxi
.
I
'll
wait
outside
.
"
Jordan
put
her
hand
on
my
arm
.
"
Wo
n't
you
come
in
,
Nick
?
"
"
No
,
thanks
.
"
I
was
feeling
a
little
sick
and
I
wanted
to
be
alone
.
But
Jordan
lingered
for
a
moment
more
.
"
It
's
only
half-past
nine
,
"
she
said
.
I
'd
be
damned
if
I
'd
go
in
;
I
'd
had
enough
of
all
of
them
for
one
day
,
and
suddenly
that
included
Jordan
too
.
She
must
have
seen
something
of
this
in
my
expression
,
for
she
turned
abruptly
away
and
ran
up
the
porch
steps
into
the
house
.
I
sat
down
for
a
few
minutes
with
my
head
in
my
hands
,
until
I
heard
the
phone
taken
up
inside
and
the
butler
's
voice
calling
a
taxi
.
Then
I
walked
slowly
down
the
drive
away
from
the
house
,
intending
to
wait
by
the
gate
.
I
had
n't
gone
twenty
yards
when
I
heard
my
name
and
Gatsby
stepped
from
between
two
bushes
into
the
path
.
I
must
have
felt
pretty
weird
by
that
time
,
because
I
could
think
of
nothing
except
the
luminosity
of
his
pink
suit
under
the
moon
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
I
inquired
.
