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             I had a view of  thc water, a part view of my  neighbor's lawn,   sofa, on  which two womcn wcrc lying. T h cy wcre both in long
             and the comfortable fecling of living clase to millionaires - ali   white  dresses,  which  were  rising  and  falling  with  che  wind,
             for eighty dollars a month.                                until Tom banged shut rhc windows.
               Across  the  bay  thc  white palaces of  East Egg  shone along   From her sofa Daisy turned to me  and held my hand for a
             rhe water, and the hisrory of  the summer really begins on thc   moment. She gave a pretty little laugh and looked up inco my
             evening l  drove ovcr there to have dinner  with the Buchanans.
             Daisy  was  a  distant  cousin  of  mine,  and  l'd  known  her
             husband  Tom  in  college;  they  had  a  vcry  young  daughtcr,
             whom I'd never mct.
               Tom  had  been  one  of  the  srrongest  players  in  thc  Yalc
             foorball  team.  He  was  one  of  those  men  who  reach  such
             limited excellence at rwenty-one that everything afterwards is
             a littlc disappointing. His family were enormously wcalthy. He
             and Daisy  had spcnt a year in France for no  particular reason,
             and then  moved  here and there, unrestfully,  wherever  people
             rode horses and were rich rogether.
               And so ir happencd that on a warm windy cvening I drove
             over to East Egg to see rwo old friends whom I didn't know at
             ali well. Their housc was even larger than I cxpccted, a cheerful
             red-and-white mansion overlooking the bay. T h e windows wcre
             wide open to the sun and wind,  and Tom Buchanan in riding
             clothes was standing with his legs apart on the fronr porch.
               He had changed since his years at Yale. Now he was a wcll­
             built man  of  thirty,  with  a  rather  hard'mouth  and  a  proud
             manncr.  Not  even  his  beautifully  made  riding  clothcs  could
             hide his body's  cnormous power - you could see  the muscles
             moving  under  his  chin  coat.  It was  a  cruel  body,  capable  of
             anything.
               He greeted me and took me into a bright rosy-colored room.
             A light wind blew through ic, blowing curtains in and out like
             pale flags at the windows. In the center of the room was a largc   Daisy turned to me and held my hand for a moment.
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