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"
Are
you
in
love
with
me
,
"
she
said
low
in
my
ear
,
"
or
why
did
I
have
to
come
alone
?
"
"
That
's
the
secret
of
Castle
Rackrent
.
Tell
your
chauffeur
to
go
far
away
and
spend
an
hour
.
"
"
Come
back
in
an
hour
,
Ferdie
.
"
Then
in
a
grave
murmur
:
"
His
name
is
Ferdie
.
"
"
Does
the
gasoline
affect
his
nose
?
"
"
I
do
n't
think
so
,
"
she
said
innocently
.
"
Why
?
"
We
went
in
.
To
my
overwhelming
surprise
the
living-room
was
deserted
.
"
Well
,
that
's
funny
,
"
I
exclaimed
.
"
What
's
funny
?
"
She
turned
her
head
as
there
was
a
light
dignified
knocking
at
the
front
door
.
I
went
out
and
opened
it
.
Gatsby
,
pale
as
death
,
with
his
hands
plunged
like
weights
in
his
coat
pockets
,
was
standing
in
a
puddle
of
water
glaring
tragically
into
my
eyes
.
With
his
hands
still
in
his
coat
pockets
he
stalked
by
me
into
the
hall
,
turned
sharply
as
if
he
were
on
a
wire
,
and
disappeared
into
the
living-room
.
It
was
n't
a
bit
funny
.
Aware
of
the
loud
beating
of
my
own
heart
I
pulled
the
door
to
against
the
increasing
rain
.
