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"
You
ought
to
go
away
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
's
pretty
certain
they
'll
trace
your
car
.
"
"
Go
away
now
,
old
sport
?
"
"
Go
to
Atlantic
City
for
a
week
,
or
up
to
Montreal
.
"
He
would
n't
consider
it
.
He
could
n't
possibly
leave
Daisy
until
he
knew
what
she
was
going
to
do
.
He
was
clutching
at
some
last
hope
and
I
could
n't
bear
to
shake
him
free
.
It
was
this
night
that
he
told
me
the
strange
story
of
his
youth
with
Dan
Cody
--
told
it
to
me
because
"
Jay
Gatsby
.
"
had
broken
up
like
glass
against
Tom
's
hard
malice
,
and
the
long
secret
extravaganza
was
played
out
.
I
think
that
he
would
have
acknowledged
anything
now
,
without
reserve
,
but
he
wanted
to
talk
about
Daisy
.
She
was
the
first
"
nice
"
girl
he
had
ever
known
.
In
various
unrevealed
capacities
he
had
come
in
contact
with
such
people
,
but
always
with
indiscernible
barbed
wire
between
.
He
found
her
excitingly
desirable
.
He
went
to
her
house
,
at
first
with
other
officers
from
Camp
Taylor
,
then
alone
.
It
amazed
him
--
he
had
never
been
in
such
a
beautiful
house
before
,
but
what
gave
it
an
air
of
breathless
intensity
,
was
that
Daisy
lived
there
--
it
was
as
casual
a
thing
to
her
as
his
tent
out
at
camp
was
to
him
.
There
was
a
ripe
mystery
about
it
,
a
hint
of
bedrooms
up-stairs
more
beautiful
and
cool
than
other
bedrooms
,
of
gay
and
radiant
activities
taking
place
through
its
corridors
,
and
of
romances
that
were
not
musty
and
laid
away
already
in
lavender
but
fresh
and
breathing
and
redolent
of
this
year
's
shining
motor-cars
and
of
dances
whose
flowers
were
scarcely
withered
.
It
excited
him
,
too
,
that
many
men
had
already
loved
Daisy
--
it
increased
her
value
in
his
eyes
.
He
felt
their
presence
all
about
the
house
,
pervading
the
air
with
the
shades
and
echoes
of
still
vibrant
emotions
.
But
he
knew
that
he
was
in
Daisy
's
house
by
a
colossal
accident
.
However
glorious
might
be
his
future
as
Jay
Gatsby
,
he
was
at
present
a
penniless
young
man
without
a
past
,
and
at
any
moment
the
invisible
cloak
of
his
uniform
might
slip
from
his
shoulders
.
So
he
made
the
most
of
his
time
.
He
took
what
he
could
get
,
ravenously
and
unscrupulously
--
eventually
he
took
Daisy
one
still
October
night
,
took
her
because
he
had
no
real
right
to
touch
her
hand
.
He
might
have
despised
himself
,
for
he
had
certainly
taken
her
under
false
pretenses
.
I
do
n't
mean
that
he
had
traded
on
his
phantom
millions
,
but
he
had
deliberately
given
Daisy
a
sense
of
security
;
he
let
her
believe
that
he
was
a
person
from
much
the
same
stratum
as
herself
--
that
he
was
fully
able
to
take
care
of
her
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
he
had
no
such
facilities
--
he
had
no
comfortable
family
standing
behind
him
,
and
he
was
liable
at
the
whim
of
an
impersonal
government
to
be
blown
anywhere
about
the
world
.
But
he
did
n't
despise
himself
and
it
did
n't
turn
out
as
he
had
imagined
.
He
had
intended
,
probably
,
to
take
what
he
could
and
go
--
but
now
he
found
that
he
had
committed
himself
to
the
following
of
a
grail
.
He
knew
that
Daisy
was
extraordinary
,
but
he
did
n't
realize
just
how
extraordinary
a
"
nice
"
girl
could
be
.
She
vanished
into
her
rich
house
,
into
her
rich
,
full
life
,
leaving
Gatsby
--
nothing
.
He
felt
married
to
her
,
that
was
all
.
