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Probably it had been tactful to leave Daisy's house, but the act annoyed me and her next remark made me rigid.

"You weren't so nice to me last night."

"How could it have mattered then?"

Silence for a moment. Then-

"However-I want to see you."

"I want to see you too."

"Suppose I don't go to Southampton, and come into town this afternoon?"

"No-I don't think this afternoon."

"Very well."

"It's impossible this afternoon. Various--"

We talked like that for a while and then abruptly we weren't talking any longer. I don't know which of us hung up with a sharp click but I know I didn't care. I couldn't have talked to her across a tea-table that day if I never talked to her again in this world.

I called Gatsby's house a few minutes later, but the line was busy.

I tried four times; finally an exasperated central told me the wire was being kept open for long distance from Detroit.

Taking out my time-table I drew a small circle around the three-fifty train.

Then I leaned back in my chair and tried to think.

It was just noon.

When I passed the ashheaps on the train that morning I had crossed deliberately to the other side of the car.

I suppose there'd be a curious crowd around there all day with little boys searching for dark spots in the dust and some garrulous man telling over and over what had happened until it became less and less real even to him and he could tell it no longer and Myrtle Wilson's tragic achievement was forgotten.

Now I want to go back a little and tell what happened at the garage after we left there the night before.

They had difficulty in locating the sister, Catherine.

She must have broken her rule against drinking that night for when she arrived she was stupid with liquor and unable to understand that the ambulance had already gone to Flushing.

When they convinced her of this she immediately fainted as if that was the intolerable part of the affair.

Someone kind or curious took her in his car and drove her in the wake of her sister's body.

Until long after midnight a changing crowd lapped up against the front of the garage while George Wilson rocked himself back and forth on the couch inside.

For a while the door of the office was open and everyone who came into the garage glanced irresistibly through it.

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