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Gatsby
took
an
arm
of
each
of
us
and
moved
forward
into
the
restaurant
,
whereupon
Mr.
Wolfsheim
swallowed
a
new
sentence
he
was
starting
and
lapsed
into
a
somnambulatory
abstraction
.
"
Highballs
?
"
asked
the
head
waiter
.
"
This
is
a
nice
restaurant
here
,
"
said
Mr.
Wolfsheim
,
looking
at
the
Presbyterian
nymphs
on
the
ceiling
.
"
But
I
like
across
the
street
better
!
"
"
Yes
,
highballs
,
"
agreed
Gatsby
,
and
then
to
Mr.
Wolfsheim
:
"
It
's
too
hot
over
there
.
"
"
Hot
and
small
--
yes
,
"
said
Mr.
Wolfsheim
,
"
but
full
of
memories
.
"
"
What
place
is
that
?
"
I
asked
.
"
The
old
Metropole
.
"
The
old
Metropole
,
"
brooded
Mr.
Wolfsheim
gloomily
.
"
Filled
with
faces
dead
and
gone
.
Filled
with
friends
gone
now
forever
.
I
ca
n't
forget
so
long
as
I
live
the
night
they
shot
Rosy
Rosenthal
there
.
It
was
six
of
us
at
the
table
,
and
Rosy
had
eat
and
drunk
a
lot
all
evening
.
When
it
was
almost
morning
the
waiter
came
up
to
him
with
a
funny
look
and
says
somebody
wants
to
speak
to
him
outside
.
'
All
right
,
'
says
Rosy
,
and
begins
to
get
up
,
and
I
pulled
him
down
in
his
chair
.
"
'
Let
the
bastards
come
in
here
if
they
want
you
,
Rosy
,
but
do
n't
you
,
so
help
me
,
move
outside
this
room
.
'
