Великий Гэтсби

           Theroomwaslargeandstifling,and,thoughitwasalreadyfouro’clock,openingthewindowsadmittedOnlyagustofhotshrubberyfromthePark.Daisywenttothemirrorandstoodwithherbacktous,fixingherhair.

           "It’saswellsuite,"whisperedJordanrespectfully,andeveryonelaughed.

           "Openanotherwindow,"commandedDaisy,withoutturningaround.

           "Therearen’tanymore."

           "Well,we’dbettertelephoneforanaxe——"

           "Thethingtodoistoforgetabouttheheat,"saidTomimpatiently."Youmakeittentimesworsebycrabbingaboutit."

           Heunrolledthebottleofwhiskeyfromthetowelandputitonthetable.

           "Whynotletheralone,oldsport?"remarkedGatsby."You’retheonethatwantedtocometotown."

           Therewasamomentofsilence.Thetelephonebookslippedfromitsnailandsplashedtothefloor,whereuponJordanwhispered,"Excuseme."—butthistimenoonelaughed.

           "I’llpickitup,"Ioffered.

           "I’vegotit."Gatsbyexaminedthepartedstring,muttered"Hum!"inaninterestedway,andtossedthebookonachair.

           "That’sagreatexpressionofyours,isn’tit?"saidTomsharply.