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They
stood
side
by
side
examining
it
.
I
was
going
to
ask
to
see
the
rubies
when
the
phone
rang
,
and
Gatsby
took
up
the
receiver
.
"
Yes
...
.
well
,
I
ca
n't
talk
now
...
.
I
ca
n't
talk
now
,
old
sport
...
.
I
said
a
small
town
...
.
he
must
know
what
a
small
town
is
...
.
well
,
he
's
no
use
to
us
if
Detroit
is
his
idea
of
a
small
town
...
.
"
He
rang
off
.
"
Come
here
quick
!
"
cried
Daisy
at
the
window
.
The
rain
was
still
falling
,
but
the
darkness
had
parted
in
the
west
,
and
there
was
a
pink
and
golden
billow
of
foamy
clouds
above
the
sea
.
"
Look
at
that
,
"
she
whispered
,
and
then
after
a
moment
:
"
I
'd
like
to
just
get
one
of
those
pink
clouds
and
put
you
in
it
and
push
you
around
.
"
I
tried
to
go
then
,
but
they
would
n't
hear
of
it
;
perhaps
my
presence
made
them
feel
more
satisfactorily
alone
.
"
I
know
what
we
'll
do
,
"
said
Gatsby
,
"
we
'll
have
Klipspringer
play
the
piano
.
"
He
went
out
of
the
room
calling
"
Ewing
!
"
and
returned
in
a
few
minutes
accompanied
by
an
embarrassed
,
slightly
worn
young
man
,
with
shell-rimmed
glasses
and
scanty
blond
hair
.
He
was
now
decently
clothed
in
a
"
sport
shirt
,
"
open
at
the
neck
,
sneakers
,
and
duck
trousers
of
a
nebulous
hue
.
"
Did
we
interrupt
your
exercises
?
"
inquired
Daisy
politely
.
