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"
I
was
asleep
,
"
cried
Mr.
Klipspringer
,
in
a
spasm
of
embarrassment
.
"
That
is
,
I
'd
been
asleep
.
Then
I
got
up
...
.
"
"
Klipspringer
plays
the
piano
,
"
said
Gatsby
,
cutting
him
off
.
"
Do
n't
you
,
Ewing
,
old
sport
?
"
"
I
do
n't
play
well
.
I
do
n't
--
I
hardly
play
at
all
.
I
'm
all
out
of
prac
--
--
"
"
We
'll
go
down-stairs
,
"
interrupted
Gatsby
.
He
flipped
a
switch
.
The
gray
windows
disappeared
as
the
house
glowed
full
of
light
.
In
the
music-room
Gatsby
turned
on
a
solitary
lamp
beside
the
piano
.
He
lit
Daisy
's
cigarette
from
a
trembling
match
,
and
sat
down
with
her
on
a
couch
far
across
the
room
,
where
there
was
no
light
save
what
the
gleaming
floor
bounced
in
from
the
hall
.
When
Klipspringer
had
played
The
Love
Nest
,
he
turned
around
on
the
bench
and
searched
unhappily
for
Gatsby
in
the
gloom
.
"
I
'm
all
out
of
practice
,
you
see
.
I
told
you
I
could
n't
play
.
I
'm
all
out
of
prac
--
--
"
"
Do
n't
talk
so
much
,
old
sport
,
"
commanded
Gatsby
.
"
Play
!
"
"
In
the
morning
,
In
the
evening
,
