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"
Well
,
I
liked
him
anyhow
.
"
"
I
'd
a
little
rather
not
be
the
polo
player
,
"
said
Tom
pleasantly
,
"
I
'd
rather
look
at
all
these
famous
people
in
--
in
oblivion
.
"
Daisy
and
Gatsby
danced
.
I
remember
being
surprised
by
his
graceful
,
conservative
fox-trot
--
I
had
never
seen
him
dance
before
.
Then
they
sauntered
over
to
my
house
and
sat
on
the
steps
for
half
an
hour
,
while
at
her
request
I
remained
watchfully
in
the
garden
.
"
In
case
there
's
a
fire
or
a
flood
,
"
she
explained
,
"
or
any
act
of
God
.
"
Tom
appeared
from
his
oblivion
as
we
were
sitting
down
to
supper
together
.
"
Do
you
mind
if
I
eat
with
some
people
over
here
?
"
he
said
.
"
A
fellow
's
getting
off
some
funny
stuff
.
"
"
Go
ahead
,
"
answered
Daisy
genially
,
"
and
if
you
want
to
take
down
any
addresses
here
's
my
little
gold
pencil
.
"
...
she
looked
around
after
a
moment
and
told
me
the
girl
was
"
common
but
pretty
,
"
and
I
knew
that
except
for
the
half-hour
she
'd
been
alone
with
Gatsby
she
was
n't
having
a
good
time
.
We
were
at
a
particularly
tipsy
table
.
That
was
my
fault
--
Gatsby
had
been
called
to
the
phone
,
and
I
'd
enjoyed
these
same
people
only
two
weeks
before
.
But
what
had
amused
me
then
turned
septic
on
the
air
now
.
"
How
do
you
feel
,
Miss
Baedeker
?
"
The
girl
addressed
was
trying
,
unsuccessfully
,
to
slump
against
my
shoulder
.
At
this
inquiry
she
sat
up
and
opened
her
eyes
.
"
Wha
'
?
"
A
massive
and
lethargic
woman
,
who
had
been
urging
Daisy
to
play
golf
with
her
at
the
local
club
to-morrow
,
spoke
in
Miss
Baedeker
's
defence
:
