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My
commutation
ticket
came
back
to
me
with
a
dark
stain
from
his
hand
.
That
any
one
should
care
in
this
heat
whose
flushed
lips
he
kissed
,
whose
head
made
damp
the
pajama
pocket
over
his
heart
!
...
Through
the
hall
of
the
Buchanans
'
house
blew
a
faint
wind
,
carrying
the
sound
of
the
telephone
bell
out
to
Gatsby
and
me
as
we
waited
at
the
door
.
"
The
master
's
body
!
"
roared
the
butler
into
the
mouthpiece
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
madame
,
but
we
ca
n't
furnish
it
--
it
's
far
too
hot
to
touch
this
noon
!
"
What
he
really
said
was
:
"
Yes
...
yes
...
I
'll
see
.
"
He
set
down
the
receiver
and
came
toward
us
,
glistening
slightly
,
to
take
our
stiff
straw
hats
.
"
Madame
expects
you
in
the
salon
!
"
he
cried
,
needlessly
indicating
the
direction
.
In
this
heat
every
extra
gesture
was
an
affront
to
the
common
store
of
life
.
The
room
,
shadowed
well
with
awnings
,
was
dark
and
cool
.
Daisy
and
Jordan
lay
upon
an
enormous
couch
,
like
silver
idols
weighing
down
their
own
white
dresses
against
the
singing
breeze
of
the
fans
.
"
We
ca
n't
move
,
"
they
said
together
.
Jordan
's
fingers
,
powdered
white
over
their
tan
,
rested
for
a
moment
in
mine
.
"
And
Mr.
Thomas
Buchanan
,
the
athlete
?
"
I
inquired
.
