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"
Has
it
?
"
When
he
realized
what
I
was
talking
about
,
that
there
were
twinkle-bells
of
sunshine
in
the
room
,
he
smiled
like
a
weather
man
,
like
an
ecstatic
patron
of
recurrent
light
,
and
repeated
the
news
to
Daisy
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
that
?
It
's
stopped
raining
.
"
"
I
'm
glad
,
Jay
.
"
Her
throat
,
full
of
aching
,
grieving
beauty
,
told
only
of
her
unexpected
joy
.
"
I
want
you
and
Daisy
to
come
over
to
my
house
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
'd
like
to
show
her
around
.
"
"
You
're
sure
you
want
me
to
come
?
"
"
Absolutely
,
old
sport
.
"
Daisy
went
up-stairs
to
wash
her
face
--
too
late
I
thought
with
humiliation
of
my
towels
--
while
Gatsby
and
I
waited
on
the
lawn
.
"
My
house
looks
well
,
does
n't
it
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
See
how
the
whole
front
of
it
catches
the
light
.
"
I
agreed
that
it
was
splendid
.
"
Yes
.
"
His
eyes
went
over
it
,
every
arched
door
and
square
tower
.
"
It
took
me
just
three
years
to
earn
the
money
that
bought
it
.
"
"
I
thought
you
inherited
your
money
.
"
