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           Amassageandawave,andacollarforthedog,andoneofthosecutelittleash-trayswhereyoutouchaspring,andawreathwithablacksilkbowformother’sgravethat’lllastallsummer.IgottowritedownalistsoIwon’tforgetallthethingsIgottodo."

           Itwasnineo’clock—almostimmediatelyafterwardIlookedatmywatchandfounditwasten.Mr.McKeewasasleeponachairwithhisfistsclenchedinhislap,likeaphotographofamanofaction.TakingoutmyhandkerchiefIwipedfromhischeektheremainsofthespotofdriedlatherthathadworriedmealltheafternoon.

           Thelittledogwassittingonthetablelookingwithblindeyesthroughthesmoke,andfromtimetotimegroaningfaintly.Peopledisappeared,reappeared,madeplanstogosomewhere,andthenlosteachother,searchedforeachother,foundeachotherafewfeetaway.SometimetowardmidnightTomBuchananandMrs.Wilsonstoodfacetofacediscussing,inimpassionedvoices,whetherMrs.WilsonhadanyrighttomentionDaisy’sname.

           "Daisy!Daisy!Daisy!"shoutedMrs.Wilson."I’llsayitwheneverIwantto!Daisy!Dai——"

           Makingashortdeftmovement,TomBuchananbrokehernosewithhisopenhand.

           Thentherewerebloodytowelsuponthebath-roomfloor,andwomen’svoicesscolding,andhighovertheconfusionalongbrokenwailofpain.Mr.McKeeawokefromhisdozeandstartedinadazetowardthedoor.Whenhehadgonehalfwayheturnedaroundandstaredatthescene—hiswifeandCatherinescoldingandconsolingastheystumbledhereandthereamongthecrowdedfurniturewitharticlesofaid,andthedespairingfigureonthecouch,bleedingfluently,andtryingtospreadacopyofTownTattleover