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A
dead
man
passed
us
in
a
hearse
heaped
with
blooms
,
followed
by
two
carriages
with
drawn
blinds
,
and
by
more
cheerful
carriages
for
friends
.
The
friends
looked
out
at
us
with
the
tragic
eyes
and
short
upper
lips
of
southeastern
Europe
,
and
I
was
glad
that
the
sight
of
Gatsby
's
splendid
car
was
included
in
their
sombre
holiday
.
As
we
crossed
Blackwell
's
Island
a
limousine
passed
us
,
driven
by
a
white
chauffeur
,
in
which
sat
three
modish
negroes
,
two
bucks
and
a
girl
.
I
laughed
aloud
as
the
yolks
of
their
eyeballs
rolled
toward
us
in
haughty
rivalry
.
"
Anything
can
happen
now
that
we
've
slid
over
this
bridge
,
"
I
thought
;
"
anything
at
all
...
.
"
Even
Gatsby
could
happen
,
without
any
particular
wonder
.
Roaring
noon
.
In
a
well-fanned
Forty-second
Street
cellar
I
met
Gatsby
for
lunch
.
Blinking
away
the
brightness
of
the
street
outside
,
my
eyes
picked
him
out
obscurely
in
the
anteroom
,
talking
to
another
man
.
"
Mr.
Carraway
,
this
is
my
friend
Mr.
Wolfsheim
.
"
A
small
,
flat-nosed
Jew
raised
his
large
head
and
regarded
me
with
two
fine
growths
of
hair
which
luxuriated
in
either
nostril
.
After
a
moment
I
discovered
his
tiny
eyes
in
the
half-darkness
.
"
--
So
I
took
one
look
at
him
,
"
said
Mr.
Wolfsheim
,
shaking
my
hand
earnestly
,
"
and
what
do
you
think
I
did
?
"
"
What
?
"
I
inquired
politely
.
But
evidently
he
was
not
addressing
me
,
for
he
dropped
my
hand
and
covered
Gatsby
with
his
expressive
nose
.
"
I
handed
the
money
to
Katspaugh
and
I
said
:
'
all
right
,
Katspaugh
,
do
n't
pay
him
a
penny
till
he
shuts
his
mouth
.
'
He
shut
it
then
and
there
.
"
