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Simultaneously
I
heard
his
voice
,
gruff
,
muffled
,
husky
,
at
the
hall
telephone
.
Gatsby
stood
in
the
centre
of
the
crimson
carpet
and
gazed
around
with
fascinated
eyes
.
Daisy
watched
him
and
laughed
,
her
sweet
,
exciting
laugh
;
a
tiny
gust
of
powder
rose
from
her
bosom
into
the
air
.
"
The
rumor
is
,
"
whispered
Jordan
,
"
that
that
's
Tom
's
girl
on
the
telephone
.
"
We
were
silent
.
The
voice
in
the
hall
rose
high
with
annoyance
:
"
Very
well
,
then
,
I
wo
n't
sell
you
the
car
at
all
...
.
I
'm
under
no
obligations
to
you
at
all
...
and
as
for
your
bothering
me
about
it
at
lunch
time
,
I
wo
n't
stand
that
at
all
!
"
"
Holding
down
the
receiver
,
"
said
Daisy
cynically
.
"
No
,
he
's
not
,
"
I
assured
her
.
"
It
's
a
bona-fide
deal
.
I
happen
to
know
about
it
.
"
Tom
flung
open
the
door
,
blocked
out
its
space
for
a
moment
with
his
thick
body
,
and
hurried
into
the
room
.
"
Mr.
Gatsby
!
"
He
put
out
his
broad
,
flat
hand
with
well-concealed
dislike
.
"
I
'm
glad
to
see
you
,
sir
...
.
Nick
...
.
"
"
Make
us
a
cold
drink
,
"
cried
Daisy
.
As
he
left
the
room
again
she
got
up
and
went
over
to
Gatsby
and
pulled
his
face
down
,
kissing
him
on
the
mouth
.
