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I
looked
at
Miss
Baker
,
wondering
what
it
was
she
"
got
done
.
"
I
enjoyed
looking
at
her
.
She
was
a
slender
,
small-breasted
girl
,
with
an
erect
carriage
,
which
she
accentuated
by
throwing
her
body
backward
at
the
shoulders
like
a
young
cadet
.
Her
gray
sun-strained
eyes
looked
back
at
me
with
polite
reciprocal
curiosity
out
of
a
wan
,
charming
,
discontented
face
.
It
occurred
to
me
now
that
I
had
seen
her
,
or
a
picture
of
her
,
somewhere
before
.
"
You
live
in
West
Egg
,
"
she
remarked
contemptuously
.
"
I
know
somebody
there
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
a
single
--
--
"
"
You
must
know
Gatsby
.
"
"
Gatsby
?
"
demanded
Daisy
.
"
What
Gatsby
?
"
Before
I
could
reply
that
he
was
my
neighbor
dinner
was
announced
;
wedging
his
tense
arm
imperatively
under
mine
,
Tom
Buchanan
compelled
me
from
the
room
as
though
he
were
moving
a
checker
to
another
square
.
Slenderly
,
languidly
,
their
hands
set
lightly
on
their
hips
,
the
two
young
women
preceded
us
out
onto
a
rosy-colored
porch
,
open
toward
the
sunset
,
where
four
candles
flickered
on
the
table
in
the
diminished
wind
.
"
Why
candles
?
"
objected
Daisy
,
frowning
.
She
snapped
them
out
with
her
fingers
.
"
In
two
weeks
it
'll
be
the
longest
day
in
the
year
.
"
She
looked
at
us
all
radiantly
.
"
Do
you
always
watch
for
the
longest
day
of
the
year
and
then
miss
it
?
I
always
watch
for
the
longest
day
in
the
year
and
then
miss
it
.
"
"
We
ought
to
plan
something
,
"
yawned
Miss
Baker
,
sitting
down
at
the
table
as
if
she
were
getting
into
bed
.
"
All
right
,
"
said
Daisy
.
"
What
'll
we
plan
?
"
She
turned
to
me
helplessly
:
"
What
do
people
plan
?
"
