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Her
gray
,
sun-strained
eyes
stared
straight
ahead
,
but
she
had
deliberately
shifted
our
relations
,
and
for
a
moment
I
thought
I
loved
her
.
But
I
am
slow-thinking
and
full
of
interior
rules
that
act
as
brakes
on
my
desires
,
and
I
knew
that
first
I
had
to
get
myself
definitely
out
of
that
tangle
back
home
.
I
'd
been
writing
letters
once
a
week
and
signing
them
:
"
Love
,
Nick
,
"
and
all
I
could
think
of
was
how
,
when
that
certain
girl
played
tennis
,
a
faint
mustache
of
perspiration
appeared
on
her
upper
lip
.
Nevertheless
there
was
a
vague
understanding
that
had
to
be
tactfully
broken
off
before
I
was
free
.
Every
one
suspects
himself
of
at
least
one
of
the
cardinal
virtues
,
and
this
is
mine
:
I
am
one
of
the
few
honest
people
that
I
have
ever
known
.
On
Sunday
morning
while
church
bells
rang
in
the
villages
alongshore
,
the
world
and
its
mistress
returned
to
Gatsby
's
house
and
twinkled
hilariously
on
his
lawn
.
"
He
's
a
bootlegger
,
"
said
the
young
ladies
,
moving
somewhere
between
his
cocktails
and
his
flowers
.
"
One
time
he
killed
a
man
who
had
found
out
that
he
was
nephew
to
Von
Hindenburg
and
second
cousin
to
the
devil
.
Reach
me
a
rose
,
honey
,
and
pour
me
a
last
drop
into
that
there
crystal
glass
.
"
Once
I
wrote
down
on
the
empty
spaces
of
a
time-table
the
names
of
those
who
came
to
Gatsby
's
house
that
summer
.
It
is
an
old
time-table
now
,
disintegrating
at
its
folds
,
and
headed
"
This
schedule
in
effect
July
5th
,
1922
.
"
But
I
can
still
read
the
gray
names
,
and
they
will
give
you
a
better
impression
than
my
generalities
of
those
who
accepted
Gatsby
's
hospitality
and
paid
him
the
subtle
tribute
of
knowing
nothing
whatever
about
him
.
From
East
Egg
,
then
,
came
the
Chester
Beckers
and
the
Leeches
,
and
a
man
named
Bunsen
,
whom
I
knew
at
Yale
,
and
Doctor
Webster
Civet
,
who
was
drowned
last
summer
up
in
Maine
.
And
the
Hornbeams
and
the
Willie
Voltaires
,
and
a
whole
clan
named
Blackbuck
,
who
always
gathered
in
a
corner
and
flipped
up
their
noses
like
goats
at
whosoever
came
near
.
And
the
Ismays
and
the
Chrysties
(
or
rather
Hubert
Auerbach
and
Mr.
Chrystie
's
wife
)
,
and
Edgar
Beaver
,
whose
hair
,
they
say
,
turned
cotton-white
one
winter
afternoon
for
no
good
reason
at
all
.
Clarence
Endive
was
from
East
Egg
,
as
I
remember
.
He
came
only
once
,
in
white
knickerbockers
,
and
had
a
fight
with
a
bum
named
Etty
in
the
garden
.
From
farther
out
on
the
Island
came
the
Cheadles
and
the
O.
R.
P.
Schraeders
,
and
the
Stonewall
Jackson
Abrams
of
Georgia
,
and
the
Fishguards
and
the
Ripley
Snells
.
Snell
was
there
three
days
before
he
went
to
the
penitentiary
,
so
drunk
out
on
the
gravel
drive
that
Mrs.
Ulysses
Swett
's
automobile
ran
over
his
right
hand
.
The
Dancies
came
,
too
,
and
S.
B.
Whitebait
,
who
was
well
over
sixty
,
and
Maurice
A.
Flink
,
and
the
Hammerheads
,
and
Beluga
the
tobacco
importer
,
and
Beluga
's
girls
.
From
West
Egg
came
the
Poles
and
the
Mulreadys
and
Cecil
Roebuck
and
Cecil
Schoen
and
Gulick
the
state
senator
and
Newton
Orchid
,
who
controlled
Films
Par
Excellence
,
and
Eckhaust
and
Clyde
Cohen
and
Don
S.
Schwartze
(
the
son
)
and
Arthur
McCarty
,
all
connected
with
the
movies
in
one
way
or
another
.
And
the
Catlips
and
the
Bembergs
and
G.
Earl
Muldoon
,
brother
to
that
Muldoon
who
afterward
strangled
his
wife
.
Da
Fontano
the
promoter
came
there
,
and
Ed
Legros
and
James
B.
(
"
Rot-Gut
.
"
)
Ferret
and
the
De
Jongs
and
Ernest
Lilly
--
they
came
to
gamble
,
and
when
Ferret
wandered
into
the
garden
it
meant
he
was
cleaned
out
and
Associated
Traction
would
have
to
fluctuate
profitably
next
day
.
