They were a party of three on horseback—Tom and a man named Sloane and a pretty woman in a brown riding-habit, who had been there previously. delighted to see said Gatsby, standing on his porch. delighted that you dropped “I’m you,” “I’m in.” As though they cared! right down. Have a cigarette or a He walked around the room quickly, ringing bells. “Sit cigar.” have something to drink for you in just a “I’ll minute.” He was profoundly affected by the fact that Tom was there. But he would be uneasy anyhow until he had given them something, realizing in a vague way that that was all they came for. Mr. Sloane wanted nothing. A lemonade? No, thanks. A little champagne? Nothing at all, thanks. . . . sorry—— I’m you have a nice “Did ride?” good roads around “Very here.” suppose the automobiles——” “I “Yeah.” Moved by an irresistible impulse, Gatsby turned to Tom, who had accepted the introduction as a stranger. believe met somewhere before, Mr. “I we’ve Buchanan.” said Tom, gruffly polite, but obviously not we did. I remember “Oh, yes,” remembering. “So very well.” two “About weeks ago.” right. You were with Nick “That’s here.” know your continued Gatsby, almost aggressively. “I wife,” “That so?”
They were a party of three on horseback—Tom and a man named Sloane and a pretty woman in a brown riding-habit, who had been there previously. “I’m delighted to see you,” said Gatsby, standing on his porch. “I’m delighted that you dropped in.” As though they cared! “Sit right down. Have a cigarette or a cigar.” He walked around the room quickly, ringing bells. “I’ll have something to drink for you in just a minute.” He was profoundly affected by the fact that Tom was there. But he would be uneasy anyhow until he had given them something, realizing in a vague way that that was all they came for. Mr. Sloane wanted nothing. A lemonade? No, thanks. A little champagne? Nothing at all, thanks. . . . I’m sorry—— “Did you have a nice ride?” “Very good roads around here.” “I suppose the automobiles——” “Yeah.” Moved by an irresistible impulse, Gatsby turned to Tom, who had accepted the introduction as a stranger. “I believe we’ve met somewhere before, Mr. Buchanan.” “Oh, yes,” said Tom, gruffly polite, but obviously not remembering. “So we did. I remember very well.” “About two weeks ago.” “That’s right. You were with Nick here.” “I know your wife,” continued Gatsby, almost aggressively. “That so?”
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