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"
That
's
true
,
"
I
said
,
uncomfortably
.
He
fumbled
at
the
embroidered
coverlet
,
trying
to
take
it
from
the
bed
,
and
lay
down
stiffly
--
was
instantly
asleep
.
That
night
an
obviously
frightened
person
called
up
,
and
demanded
to
know
who
I
was
before
he
would
give
his
name
.
"
This
is
Mr.
Carraway
,
"
I
said
.
"
Oh
!
"
He
sounded
relieved
.
"
This
is
Klipspringer
.
"
I
was
relieved
too
,
for
that
seemed
to
promise
another
friend
at
Gatsby
's
grave
.
I
did
n't
want
it
to
be
in
the
papers
and
draw
a
sightseeing
crowd
,
so
I
'd
been
calling
up
a
few
people
myself
.
They
were
hard
to
find
.
"
The
funeral
's
to-morrow
,
"
I
said
.
"
Three
o'clock
,
here
at
the
house
.
I
wish
you
'd
tell
anybody
who
'd
be
interested
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
will
,
"
he
broke
out
hastily
.
"
Of
course
I
'm
not
likely
to
see
anybody
,
but
if
I
do
.
"
His
tone
made
me
suspicious
.
"
Of
course
you
'll
be
there
yourself
.
"
"
Well
,
I
'll
certainly
try
.
What
I
called
up
about
is
--
--
"
