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at Daisy as if he had just recognized her as some one he knew a long time ago. “You resemble the advertisement of the man, ” she went on [emailid] 
 

innocently. “You know theadvertisement of the man ——” “All right,” broke in [rand1] Tom quickly, “I’m perfectly willingto go to town. Come on — we’re 
 

 
all going to town.” He got up, his eyes still flashing between Gatsby and [emailid] his wife. No one moved. “Come on!” His temper cracked [rand1] a little.

“What’s the 
 

matter, anyhow? If we’re going to town, let’s start.”His hand, trembling with his effort at self-control, bore to his lips the last of his [emailid]
 

glass of [rand1] ale. Daisy’s voice got us to our [emailid] feet and [hashx] out on to the blazing gravel drive. “Are [mailingid] we just going to go?” she objected. “Like this? 
 

 
Aren’t we going to let any one smoke a cigarette first?” [checksum2] “Everybody smoked all through lunch.” “Oh, let’s have fun,” she begged him. “It’s too hot to

fuss.” He didn’t answer. “Have it your own way,” she said. “Come on, Jordan. ”They went up-stairs to get ready while we three men stood [mailingid] 
 

there shuffling the hot pebbles with our feet. A silver curve of the moon hovered already in the western sky. Gatsby started to speak, changed [rand2] [mailingid] his mind, but not before 
 

 
Tom wheeled and faced him expectantly. “Have you got your stables here?” asked Gatsby with an effort. “About a quarter of a mile down [hashx] the [rand2] road. ” 
 

 

 
“Oh.” A pause. “I don’t see the idea of going to town, ” broke out Tom savagely. “Women [mailingid] get these notions in their heads ——” “Shall [mailingid] we take anything to drink?” called [hashx]

Daisy from an 
 

 
upper window. “I’ll get some whiskey,” answered Tom. He went inside. Gatsby turned to me rigidly: “I [rand2] can’t say anything in his house, old [mailingid] sport. ” 
 

“She’s got an indiscreet voice,” I remarked. [rand1] “It’s full [hashx] of ——” I hesitated. “Her voice is full of [rand1] money, [mailingid] ” he said suddenly. 
 

That was it. I’d never understood before. It [hashx] was full of[emailid] money [rand2] — that was [rand2] the inexhaustible charm that rose and fellin it, the jingle 
 

of it, the cymbals’ song of it.... high in a white palace [rand1] the king’s daughter, the golden girl.... Tom came [hashx] out of [checksum2] the house wrapping a quart bottle in a 
 

 
towel, followed by Daisy and Jordan wearing small tight hats of metallic [emailid] cloth and carrying light capes over their arms. [checksum2] [mailingid] “Shall we all go in my car?”

suggested [rand1] Gatsby. He felt 
 

 
the hot, [hashx] green leather of the seat. “I ought to have left [rand1] it in the shade. [checksum2] ” “Is it standard [checksum2] shift?” demanded Tom. “Yes.”

“Well, you take my coupe and let me drive your [rand1] car to town.” The [hashx] [checksum2] suggestion was distasteful [mailingid] to [mailingid] Gatsby. “I don’t think

there’s much gas, ” he objected. 
 

“Plenty of gas,” said Tom boisterously. He looked at the gauge. “And if it runs out I can stop at a drug-store. [checksum2] You can buy anything at a 
 

drug-store nowadays.” A pause followed this apparently pointless remark. Daisy looked at Tom frowning, and an indefinable [hashx] expression, at once definitely unfamiliar and 
 

vaguely recognizable, as if I [rand1] had only heard it described in [emailid] words, passed over Gatsby’s [mailingid] face. “Come on, Daisy,” said Tom, pressing her with his hand .

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