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When
they
met
again
,
two
days
later
,
it
was
Gatsby
who
was
breathless
,
who
was
,
somehow
,
betrayed
.
Her
porch
was
bright
with
the
bought
luxury
of
star-shine
;
the
wicker
of
the
settee
squeaked
fashionably
as
she
turned
toward
him
and
he
kissed
her
curious
and
lovely
mouth
.
She
had
caught
a
cold
,
and
it
made
her
voice
huskier
and
more
charming
than
ever
,
and
Gatsby
was
overwhelmingly
aware
of
the
youth
and
mystery
that
wealth
imprisons
and
preserves
,
of
the
freshness
of
many
clothes
,
and
of
Daisy
,
gleaming
like
silver
,
safe
and
proud
above
the
hot
struggles
of
the
poor
.
"
I
ca
n't
describe
to
you
how
surprised
I
was
to
find
out
I
loved
her
,
old
sport
.
I
even
hoped
for
a
while
that
she
'd
throw
me
over
,
but
she
did
n't
,
because
she
was
in
love
with
me
too
.
She
thought
I
knew
a
lot
because
I
knew
different
things
from
her
...
.
Well
,
there
I
was
,
'
way
off
my
ambitions
,
getting
deeper
in
love
every
minute
,
and
all
of
a
sudden
I
did
n't
care
.
What
was
the
use
of
doing
great
things
if
I
could
have
a
better
time
telling
her
what
I
was
going
to
do
?
"
On
the
last
afternoon
before
he
went
abroad
,
he
sat
with
Daisy
in
his
arms
for
a
long
,
silent
time
.
It
was
a
cold
fall
day
,
with
fire
in
the
room
and
her
cheeks
flushed
.
Now
and
then
she
moved
and
he
changed
his
arm
a
little
,
and
once
he
kissed
her
dark
shining
hair
.
The
afternoon
had
made
them
tranquil
for
a
while
,
as
if
to
give
them
a
deep
memory
for
the
long
parting
the
next
day
promised
.
They
had
never
been
closer
in
their
month
of
love
,
nor
communicated
more
profoundly
one
with
another
,
than
when
she
brushed
silent
lips
against
his
coat
's
shoulder
or
when
he
touched
the
end
of
her
fingers
,
gently
,
as
though
she
were
asleep
.
He
did
extraordinarily
well
in
the
war
.
He
was
a
captain
before
he
went
to
the
front
,
and
following
the
Argonne
battles
he
got
his
majority
and
the
command
of
the
divisional
machine-guns
.
After
the
Armistice
he
tried
frantically
to
get
home
,
but
some
complication
or
misunderstanding
sent
him
to
Oxford
instead
.
He
was
worried
now
--
there
was
a
quality
of
nervous
despair
in
Daisy
's
letters
.
She
did
n't
see
why
he
could
n't
come
.
She
was
feeling
the
pressure
of
the
world
outside
,
and
she
wanted
to
see
him
and
feel
his
presence
beside
her
and
be
reassured
that
she
was
doing
the
right
thing
after
all
.
For
Daisy
was
young
and
her
artificial
world
was
redolent
of
orchids
and
pleasant
,
cheerful
snobbery
and
orchestras
which
set
the
rhythm
of
the
year
,
summing
up
the
sadness
and
suggestiveness
of
life
in
new
tunes
.
All
night
the
saxophones
wailed
the
hopeless
comment
of
the
Beale
Street
Blues
while
a
hundred
pairs
of
golden
and
silver
slippers
shuffled
the
shining
dust
.
At
the
gray
tea
hour
there
were
always
rooms
that
throbbed
incessantly
with
this
low
,
sweet
fever
,
while
fresh
faces
drifted
here
and
there
like
rose
petals
blown
by
the
sad
horns
around
the
floor
.
Through
this
twilight
universe
Daisy
began
to
move
again
with
the
season
;
suddenly
she
was
again
keeping
half
a
dozen
dates
a
day
with
half
a
dozen
men
,
and
drowsing
asleep
at
dawn
with
the
beads
and
chiffon
of
an
evening
dress
tangled
among
dying
orchids
on
the
floor
beside
her
bed
.
And
all
the
time
something
within
her
was
crying
for
a
decision
.
She
wanted
her
life
shaped
now
,
immediately
--
and
the
decision
must
be
made
by
some
force
--
of
love
,
of
money
,
of
unquestionable
practicality
--
that
was
close
at
hand
.
That
force
took
shape
in
the
middle
of
spring
with
the
arrival
of
Tom
Buchanan
.
There
was
a
wholesome
bulkiness
about
his
person
and
his
position
,
and
Daisy
was
flattered
.
Doubtless
there
was
a
certain
struggle
and
a
certain
relief
.
The
letter
reached
Gatsby
while
he
was
still
at
Oxford
.
It
was
dawn
now
on
Long
Island
and
we
went
about
opening
the
rest
of
the
windows
down-stairs
,
filling
the
house
with
gray-turning
,
gold-turning
light
.
The
shadow
of
a
tree
fell
abruptly
across
the
dew
and
ghostly
birds
began
to
sing
among
the
blue
leaves
.
There
was
a
slow
,
pleasant
movement
in
the
air
,
scarcely
a
wind
,
promising
a
cool
,
lovely
day
.
"
I
do
n't
think
she
ever
loved
him
.
"
Gatsby
turned
around
from
a
window
and
looked
at
me
challengingly
.
"
You
must
remember
,
old
sport
,
she
was
very
excited
this
afternoon
.
