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He
told
her
those
things
in
a
way
that
frightened
her
--
that
made
it
look
as
if
I
was
some
kind
of
cheap
sharper
.
And
the
result
was
she
hardly
knew
what
she
was
saying
.
"
He
sat
down
gloomily
.
"
Of
course
she
might
have
loved
him
just
for
a
minute
,
when
they
were
first
married
--
and
loved
me
more
even
then
,
do
you
see
?
"
Suddenly
he
came
out
with
a
curious
remark
.
"
In
any
case
,
"
he
said
,
"
it
was
just
personal
.
"
What
could
you
make
of
that
,
except
to
suspect
some
intensity
in
his
conception
of
the
affair
that
could
n't
be
measured
?
He
came
back
from
France
when
Tom
and
Daisy
were
still
on
their
wedding
trip
,
and
made
a
miserable
but
irresistible
journey
to
Louisville
on
the
last
of
his
army
pay
.
He
stayed
there
a
week
,
walking
the
streets
where
their
footsteps
had
clicked
together
through
the
November
night
and
revisiting
the
out-of-the-way
places
to
which
they
had
driven
in
her
white
car
.
Just
as
Daisy
's
house
had
always
seemed
to
him
more
mysterious
and
gay
than
other
houses
,
so
his
idea
of
the
city
itself
,
even
though
she
was
gone
from
it
,
was
pervaded
with
a
melancholy
beauty
.
He
left
feeling
that
if
he
had
searched
harder
,
he
might
have
found
her
--
that
he
was
leaving
her
behind
.
The
day-coach
--
he
was
penniless
now
--
was
hot
.
He
went
out
to
the
open
vestibule
and
sat
down
on
a
folding-chair
,
and
the
station
slid
away
and
the
backs
of
unfamiliar
buildings
moved
by
.
Then
out
into
the
spring
fields
,
where
a
yellow
trolley
raced
them
for
a
minute
with
people
in
it
who
might
once
have
seen
the
pale
magic
of
her
face
along
the
casual
street
.
The
track
curved
and
now
it
was
going
away
from
the
sun
,
which
as
it
sank
lower
,
seemed
to
spread
itself
in
benediction
over
the
vanishing
city
where
she
had
drawn
her
breath
.
He
stretched
out
his
hand
desperately
as
if
to
snatch
only
a
wisp
of
air
,
to
save
a
fragment
of
the
spot
that
she
had
made
lovely
for
him
.
But
it
was
all
going
by
too
fast
now
for
his
blurred
eyes
and
he
knew
that
he
had
lost
that
part
of
it
,
the
freshest
and
the
best
,
forever
.
