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             prorecred,  were  slipping  rapidly  from  his  control.  He  drove   listening to Mendclssohn's Wedding March from the  wedding
             faster and faster, with the doublc purpose of  overtaking Daisy   taking place in rhe hotel rooms below us.
            and leaving  Wilson behind.  Soon  we  were  in rhe city  and in   'Imagine marrying anybody in  chis hcat!' cried Jordan.
             sight of the coupé.                                         'I was marricd in the middlc of Junc,' Daisy remembered. 'lt
               'I  love  New  York  on summer  afternoons  when  everyone's   was so hot that somcbody fainted. Who was it, Tom ?'
             away,' said Jordan. 'There's something very sensuous about ir.'   'A  man called Biloxi,' he answercd shortl y.  'I  didn't  know
               Thc  word  'sensuous'  obviously  worried  Tom  cven  more.   him. He was a friend of Daisy's.'
             The coupé came to a stop, and we drew up alongsidc.         'He was not,' she said. 'He told me he'd been ar collegc with
               'Where are we going?' cried Daisy from thc  window.     you - he was president of your class ar Yale.'
               'How abour rhe movies?' suggestcd Jordan.                 'We  didn't  have  any  president  ar  Yale,'  T  said.  'l  don't
               'lt's so hot!' complaincd Daisy. 'You go. We'll drive around   rcmember him - 1 don't supposc he evcr went there.'
             and meet you afterwards.'                                   Gatsby's foot beat resrlessly on rhe floor, and Tom  cycd him
               Thcre  followed  a long,  noisy  discussion about what to  do   unpleasantly.  'By  che way, Mr  Gatsby, 1 undcrstand you're  an
             next.  In  che end, though  we ali said  it  was  a crazy  idea,  wc   Oxford man. You must have been rhere about rhe rime Biloxi
             hircd  a  privare sitting  room  in  che  Plaza  Hotel,  and  rhat's   wenr ro Yale.'
             where we found ourselves half an hour later.                There  was  a  long  pause.  This imporrant  detail  was  ro be
               The room was large and hot, and even opening thc windows   cleared up ar last.
             only let in warm air.                                       'I went there in 1919,' said Gatsby. 'l only stayed five months.
               'Open another  window,' commanded Daisy.                That's  why  I can't really call myself an Oxford man. After the
                                                                       war  sorne  of  the  officers  were offered the chance to go to any
               'The thing to do is to forget che heat,' said Tom impatientl y.
             'You make it ten times worse by complaining about it.'    of the universities in England or Francc.'
               'Why  not  leave  her  alonc,  old  sport?'  rcmarked  Gatsby.   1 wanted ro get up and shake his hand - I suddenly believed
             'You're the one who wanted to come to town.'              in him ali over again. Daisy was smiling now.
               There was a moment of silence.                            '\Vait a minute,' said T o m angrily, 'l  want to ask Mr Gatsby
               'That's  a  great  expression  of  yours,  isn't  ir?'  said  Tom   one more question.'
             sharply.                                                    'Go 011,'  Gatsby said politcly.
               'What is?'                                                'What kind of trouble are you trying to cause in my house?'
               'Ali chis "old sport" business. Where did you pick that up?'   They were out in the open at last, and Gatsby was happy.
               'Now see here, Tom,' said Daisy, 'if  you're going to  make   'He  isn't  causing  any  troublc.'  Daisy  looked  desperately
             personal remarks, 1 won't stay here a minute.'            from one to rhe other. 'You are. Pleasc have a little sclf-control.'
               Suddenly  the  heat  cxploded  into  sound,  and  we  were   'Self-concrol!' repeated Tom. '1  suppose the latest ching is ro
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