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"
If
it
was
n't
for
the
mist
we
could
see
your
home
across
the
bay
,
"
said
Gatsby
.
"
You
always
have
a
green
light
that
burns
all
night
at
the
end
of
your
dock
.
"
Daisy
put
her
arm
through
his
abruptly
,
but
he
seemed
absorbed
in
what
he
had
just
said
.
Possibly
it
had
occurred
to
him
that
the
colossal
significance
of
that
light
had
now
vanished
forever
.
Compared
to
the
great
distance
that
had
separated
him
from
Daisy
it
had
seemed
very
near
to
her
,
almost
touching
her
.
It
had
seemed
as
close
as
a
star
to
the
moon
.
Now
it
was
again
a
green
light
on
a
dock
.
His
count
of
enchanted
objects
had
diminished
by
one
.
I
began
to
walk
about
the
room
,
examining
various
indefinite
objects
in
the
half
darkness
.
A
large
photograph
of
an
elderly
man
in
yachting
costume
attracted
me
,
hung
on
the
wall
over
his
desk
.
"
Who
's
this
?
"
"
That
?
That
's
Mr.
Dan
Cody
,
old
sport
.
"
The
name
sounded
faintly
familiar
.
"
He
's
dead
now
.
He
used
to
be
my
best
friend
years
ago
.
"
There
was
a
small
picture
of
Gatsby
,
also
in
yachting
costume
,
on
the
bureau
--
Gatsby
with
his
head
thrown
back
defiantly
--
taken
apparently
when
he
was
about
eighteen
.
"
I
adore
it
,
"
exclaimed
Daisy
.
"
The
pompadour
!
You
never
told
me
you
had
a
pompadour
--
or
a
yacht
.
"
"
Look
at
this
,
"
said
Gatsby
quickly
.
"
Here
's
a
lot
of
clippings
--
about
you
.
"
