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           "AboutGatsby."

           "AboutGatsby!No,Ihaven’t.IsaidI’dbeenmakingasmallinvestigationofhispast."

           "AndyoufoundhewasanOxfordman,"saidJordanhelpfully.

           "AnOxfordman!"Hewasincredulous."Likehellheis!Hewearsapinksuit."

           "Neverthelesshe’sanOxfordman."

           "Oxford,NewMexico,"snortedTomcontemptuously,"orsomethinglikethat."

           "Listen,Tom.Ifyou’resuchasnob,whydidyouinvitehimtolunch?"demandedJordancrossly.

           "Daisyinvitedhim;sheknewhimbeforeweweremarried—Godknowswhere!"

           Wewereallirritablenowwiththefadingale,andawareofitwedroveforawhileinsilence.ThenasDoctorT.J.Eckleburg’sfadedeyescameintosightdowntheroad,IrememberedGatsby’scautionaboutgasoline.

           "We’vegotenoughtogetustotown,"saidTom.

           "Butthere’sagaragerighthere,"objectedJordan."Idon’twanttogetstalledinthisbakingheat."Tomthrewonbothbrakesimpatiently,andweslidtoanabruptdustystopunderWilson’ssign.Afteramomenttheproprietoremergedfromtheinteriorofhisestablishmentandgazedhollow-eyedatthecar.