Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 7
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"Ihearyoufiredallyourservants."
"Iwantedsomebodywhowouldn’tgossip.Daisycomesoverquiteoften—intheafternoons."
Sothewholecaravansaryhadfalleninlikeacardhouseatthedisapprovalinhereyes.
"They’resomepeopleWolfsheimwantedtodosomethingfor.They’reallbrothersandsisters.Theyusedtorunasmallhotel."
"Isee."
HewascallingupatDaisy’srequest—wouldIcometolunchatherhouseto-morrow?MissBakerwouldbethere.HalfanhourlaterDaisyherselftelephonedandseemedrelievedtofindthatIwascoming.Somethingwasup.AndyetIcouldn’tbelievethattheywouldchoosethisoccasionforascene—especiallyfortheratherharrowingscenethatGatsbyhadoutlinedinthegarden.
Thenextdaywasbroiling,almostthelast,certainlythewarmest,ofthesummer.Asmytrainemergedfromthetunnelintosunlight,onlythehotwhistlesoftheNationalBiscuitCompanybrokethesimmeringhushatnoon.Thestrawseatsofthecarhoveredontheedgeofcombustion;thewomannexttomeperspireddelicatelyforawhileintoherwhiteshirtwaist,andthen,ashernewspaperdampenedunderherfingers,lapseddespairinglyintodeepheatwithadesolatecry.Herpocket-bookslappedtothefloor.
"Oh,my!"shegasped.
