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I
sat
on
the
front
steps
with
them
while
they
waited
for
their
car
.
It
was
dark
here
in
front
;
only
the
bright
door
sent
ten
square
feet
of
light
volleying
out
into
the
soft
black
morning
.
Sometimes
a
shadow
moved
against
a
dressing-room
blind
above
,
gave
way
to
another
shadow
,
an
indefinite
procession
of
shadows
,
who
rouged
and
powdered
in
an
invisible
glass
.
"
Who
is
this
Gatsby
anyhow
?
"
demanded
Tom
suddenly
.
"
Some
big
bootlegger
?
"
"
Where
'd
you
hear
that
?
"
I
inquired
.
"
I
did
n't
hear
it
.
I
imagined
it
.
A
lot
of
these
newly
rich
people
are
just
big
bootleggers
,
you
know
.
"
"
Not
Gatsby
,
"
I
said
shortly
.
He
was
silent
for
a
moment
.
The
pebbles
of
the
drive
crunched
under
his
feet
.
"
Well
,
he
certainly
must
have
strained
himself
to
get
this
menagerie
together
.
"
A
breeze
stirred
the
gray
haze
of
Daisy
's
fur
collar
.
"
At
least
they
're
more
interesting
than
the
people
we
know
,
"
she
said
with
an
effort
.
"
You
did
n't
look
so
interested
.
"
