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For
half
a
minute
there
was
n't
a
sound
.
Then
from
the
living-room
I
heard
a
sort
of
choking
murmur
and
part
of
a
laugh
,
followed
by
Daisy
's
voice
on
a
clear
artificial
note
:
"
I
certainly
am
awfully
glad
to
see
you
again
.
"
A
pause
;
it
endured
horribly
.
I
had
nothing
to
do
in
the
hall
,
so
I
went
into
the
room
.
Gatsby
,
his
hands
still
in
his
pockets
,
was
reclining
against
the
mantelpiece
in
a
strained
counterfeit
of
perfect
ease
,
even
of
boredom
.
His
head
leaned
back
so
far
that
it
rested
against
the
face
of
a
defunct
mantelpiece
clock
,
and
from
this
position
his
distraught
eyes
stared
down
at
Daisy
,
who
was
sitting
,
frightened
but
graceful
,
on
the
edge
of
a
stiff
chair
.
"
We
've
met
before
,
"
muttered
Gatsby
.
His
eyes
glanced
momentarily
at
me
,
and
his
lips
parted
with
an
abortive
attempt
at
a
laugh
.
Luckily
the
clock
took
this
moment
to
tilt
dangerously
at
the
pressure
of
his
head
,
whereupon
he
turned
and
caught
it
with
trembling
fingers
,
and
set
it
back
in
place
.
Then
he
sat
down
,
rigidly
,
his
elbow
on
the
arm
of
the
sofa
and
his
chin
in
his
hand
.
"
I
'm
sorry
about
the
clock
,
"
he
said
.
My
own
face
had
now
assumed
a
deep
tropical
burn
.
I
could
n't
muster
up
a
single
commonplace
out
of
the
thousand
in
my
head
.
"
It
's
an
old
clock
,
"
I
told
them
idiotically
.
I
think
we
all
believed
for
a
moment
that
it
had
smashed
in
pieces
on
the
floor
.
"
We
have
n't
met
for
many
years
,
"
said
Daisy
,
her
voice
as
matter-of-fact
as
it
could
ever
be
.
"
Five
years
next
November
.
"
