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I
stayed
late
that
night
,
Gatsby
asked
me
to
wait
until
he
was
free
,
and
I
lingered
in
the
garden
until
the
inevitable
swimming
party
had
run
up
,
chilled
and
exalted
,
from
the
black
beach
,
until
the
lights
were
extinguished
in
the
guest-rooms
overhead
.
When
he
came
down
the
steps
at
last
the
tanned
skin
was
drawn
unusually
tight
on
his
face
,
and
his
eyes
were
bright
and
tired
.
"
She
did
n't
like
it
,
"
he
said
immediately
.
"
Of
course
she
did
.
"
"
She
did
n't
like
it
,
"
he
insisted
.
"
She
did
n't
have
a
good
time
.
"
He
was
silent
,
and
I
guessed
at
his
unutterable
depression
.
"
I
feel
far
away
from
her
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
's
hard
to
make
her
understand
.
"
"
You
mean
about
the
dance
?
"
"
The
dance
?
"
He
dismissed
all
the
dances
he
had
given
with
a
snap
of
his
fingers
.
"
Old
sport
,
the
dance
is
unimportant
.
"
He
wanted
nothing
less
of
Daisy
than
that
she
should
go
to
Tom
and
say
:
"
I
never
loved
you
.
"
After
she
had
obliterated
four
years
with
that
sentence
they
could
decide
upon
the
more
practical
measures
to
be
taken
.
One
of
them
was
that
,
after
she
was
free
,
they
were
to
go
back
to
Louisville
and
be
married
from
her
house
--
just
as
if
it
were
five
years
ago
.
"
And
she
does
n't
understand
,
"
he
said
.
"
She
used
to
be
able
to
understand
.
We
'd
sit
for
hours
--
--
"
