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Her
body
asserted
itself
with
a
restless
movement
of
her
knee
,
and
she
stood
up
.
"
Ten
o'clock
,
"
she
remarked
,
apparently
finding
the
time
on
the
ceiling
.
"
Time
for
this
good
girl
to
go
to
bed
.
"
"
Jordan
's
going
to
play
in
the
tournament
to-morrow
,
"
explained
Daisy
,
"
over
at
Westchester
.
"
"
Oh
--
you
're
Jordan
Baker
.
"
I
knew
now
why
her
face
was
familiar
--
its
pleasing
contemptuous
expression
had
looked
out
at
me
from
many
rotogravure
pictures
of
the
sporting
life
at
Asheville
and
Hot
Springs
and
Palm
Beach
.
I
had
heard
some
story
of
her
too
,
a
critical
,
unpleasant
story
,
but
what
it
was
I
had
forgotten
long
ago
.
"
Good
night
,
"
she
said
softly
.
"
Wake
me
at
eight
,
wo
n't
you
.
"
"
If
you
'll
get
up
.
"
"
I
will
.
Good
night
,
Mr.
Carraway
.
See
you
anon
.
"
"
Of
course
you
will
,
"
confirmed
Daisy
.
"
In
fact
I
think
I
'll
arrange
a
marriage
.
Come
over
often
,
Nick
,
and
I
'll
sort
of
--
oh
--
fling
you
together
.
You
know
--
lock
you
up
accidentally
in
linen
closets
and
push
you
out
to
sea
in
a
boat
,
and
all
that
sort
of
thing
--
--
"
"
Good
night
,
"
called
Miss
Baker
from
the
stairs
.
"
I
have
n't
heard
a
word
.
"
