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I
'd
seen
it
.
Everybody
had
seen
it
.
It
was
a
rich
cream
color
,
bright
with
nickel
,
swollen
here
and
there
in
its
monstrous
length
with
triumphant
hat-boxes
and
supper-boxes
and
tool-boxes
,
and
terraced
with
a
labyrinth
of
wind-shields
that
mirrored
a
dozen
suns
.
Sitting
down
behind
many
layers
of
glass
in
a
sort
of
green
leather
conservatory
,
we
started
to
town
.
I
had
talked
with
him
perhaps
half
a
dozen
times
in
the
past
month
and
found
,
to
my
disappointment
,
that
he
had
little
to
say
:
So
my
first
impression
,
that
he
was
a
person
of
some
undefined
consequence
,
had
gradually
faded
and
he
had
become
simply
the
proprietor
of
an
elaborate
road-house
next
door
.
And
then
came
that
disconcerting
ride
.
We
had
n't
reached
West
Egg
village
before
Gatsby
began
leaving
his
elegant
sentences
unfinished
and
slapping
himself
indecisively
on
the
knee
of
his
caramel-colored
suit
.
"
Look
here
,
old
sport
,
"
he
broke
out
surprisingly
.
"
What
's
your
opinion
of
me
,
anyhow
?
"
A
little
overwhelmed
,
I
began
the
generalized
evasions
which
that
question
deserves
.
"
Well
,
I
'm
going
to
tell
you
something
about
my
life
,
"
he
interrupted
.
"
I
do
n't
want
you
to
get
a
wrong
idea
of
me
from
all
these
stories
you
hear
.
"
So
he
was
aware
of
the
bizarre
accusations
that
flavored
conversation
in
his
halls
.
"
I
'll
tell
you
God
's
truth
.
"
His
right
hand
suddenly
ordered
divine
retribution
to
stand
by
.
"
I
am
the
son
of
some
wealthy
people
in
the
Middle
West
--
all
dead
now
.
I
was
brought
up
in
America
but
educated
at
Oxford
,
because
all
my
ancestors
have
been
educated
there
for
many
years
.
It
is
a
family
tradition
.
"
He
looked
at
me
sideways
--
and
I
knew
why
Jordan
Baker
had
believed
he
was
lying
.
He
hurried
the
phrase
"
educated
at
Oxford
,
"
or
swallowed
it
,
or
choked
on
it
,
as
though
it
had
bothered
him
before
.
And
with
this
doubt
,
his
whole
statement
fell
to
pieces
,
and
I
wondered
if
there
was
n't
something
a
little
sinister
about
him
,
after
all
.
"
What
part
of
the
Middle
West
?
"
I
inquired
casually
.
"
San
Francisco
.
"
