Великий Гэтсби

           "She’sgotanindiscreetvoice,"Iremarked."It’sfullof——"Ihesitated.

           "Hervoiceisfullofmoney,"hesaidsuddenly.

           Thatwasit.I’dneverunderstoodbefore.Itwasfullofmoney—thatwastheinexhaustiblecharmthatroseandfellinit,thejingleofit,thecymbals’songofit....highinawhitepalacetheking’sdaughter,thegoldengirl....

           Tomcameoutofthehousewrappingaquartbottleinatowel,followedbyDaisyandJordanwearingsmalltighthatsofmetallicclothandcarryinglightcapesovertheirarms.

           "Shallweallgoinmycar?"suggestedGatsby.Hefeltthehot,greenleatheroftheseat."Ioughttohaveleftitintheshade."

           "Isitstandardshift?"demandedTom.

           "Yes."

           "Well,youtakemycoupeandletmedriveyourcartotown."

           ThesuggestionwasdistastefultoGatsby.

           "Idon’tthinkthere’smuchgas,"heobjected.

           "Plentyofgas,"saidTomboisterously.Helookedatthegauge."AndifitrunsoutIcanstopatadrug-store.Youcanbuyanythingatadrug-storenowadays."

           Apausefollowedthisapparentlypointlessremark.DaisylookedatTomfrowning,andanindefinableexpression,atoncedefinitelyunfamiliarandvaguelyrecognizable,asifIhadonlyhearditdescribedinwords,passedoverGatsby’sface.