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"
I
was
in
the
Seventh
Infantry
until
June
nineteen-eighteen
.
I
knew
I
'd
seen
you
somewhere
before
.
"
We
talked
for
a
moment
about
some
wet
,
gray
little
villages
in
France
.
Evidently
he
lived
in
this
vicinity
,
for
he
told
me
that
he
had
just
bought
a
hydroplane
,
and
was
going
to
try
it
out
in
the
morning
.
"
Want
to
go
with
me
,
old
sport
?
Just
near
the
shore
along
the
Sound
.
"
"
What
time
?
"
"
Any
time
that
suits
you
best
.
"
It
was
on
the
tip
of
my
tongue
to
ask
his
name
when
Jordan
looked
around
and
smiled
.
"
Having
a
gay
time
now
?
"
she
inquired
.
"
Much
better
.
"
I
turned
again
to
my
new
acquaintance
.
"
This
is
an
unusual
party
for
me
.
I
have
n't
even
seen
the
host
.
I
live
over
there
--
--
"
I
waved
my
hand
at
the
invisible
hedge
in
the
distance
,
"
and
this
man
Gatsby
sent
over
his
chauffeur
with
an
invitation
.
"
For
a
moment
he
looked
at
me
as
if
he
failed
to
understand
.
"
I
'm
Gatsby
,
"
he
said
suddenly
.
"
What
!
"
I
exclaimed
.
"
Oh
,
I
beg
your
pardon
.
"
