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"
It
'd
be
more
discreet
to
go
to
Europe
.
"
"
Oh
,
do
you
like
Europe
?
"
she
exclaimed
surprisingly
.
"
I
just
got
back
from
Monte
Carlo
.
"
"
Really
.
"
"
Just
last
year
.
I
went
over
there
with
another
girl
.
"
"
Stay
long
?
"
"
No
,
we
just
went
to
Monte
Carlo
and
back
.
We
went
by
way
of
Marseilles
.
We
had
over
twelve
hundred
dollars
when
we
started
,
but
we
got
gypped
out
of
it
all
in
two
days
in
the
private
rooms
.
We
had
an
awful
time
getting
back
,
I
can
tell
you
.
God
,
how
I
hated
that
town
!
"
The
late
afternoon
sky
bloomed
in
the
window
for
a
moment
like
the
blue
honey
of
the
Mediterranean
--
then
the
shrill
voice
of
Mrs.
McKee
called
me
back
into
the
room
.
"
I
almost
made
a
mistake
,
too
,
"
she
declared
vigorously
.
"
I
almost
married
a
little
kyke
who
'd
been
after
me
for
years
.
I
knew
he
was
below
me
.
Everybody
kept
saying
to
me
:
'
Lucille
,
that
man
's
'
way
below
you
!
'
But
if
I
had
n't
met
Chester
,
he
'd
of
got
me
sure
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
listen
,
"
said
Myrtle
Wilson
,
nodding
her
head
up
and
down
,
"
at
least
you
did
n't
marry
him
.
"
"
I
know
I
did
n't
.
"
"
Well
,
I
married
him
,
"
said
Myrtle
,
ambiguously
.
"
And
that
's
the
difference
between
your
case
and
mine
.
"
