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the hot, green leather of the seat. “I ought to CWANN have left it in the shade. ” “Is it standard shift?” demanded Tom. “Yes.” </p>
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<p>“Well, you take my coupe and let PYLSB me drive your car to town.” The suggestion was distasteful to DRGPA AJUSE Gatsby. “I don’t think there’s DBSWP much gas, ” he objected. </p>
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drug-store nowadays.” A pause followed this apparently pointless remark. Daisy looked<u>at Tom frowning, and an indefinable expression, at once definitely</u> unfamiliar and UBSIT </p>
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<p align="right" style="font: 9px;">toward Gatsby’s car. “I’ll take you in this circus wagon.” He PBMLV opened the door, but she moved out from the circle of his arm. “You take Nick and Jordan. TQAOO RSLJR We’ll follow you in the coupe. ” </p>
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<p align="center">unfamiliar gears tentatively, and<u>we shot off into the oppressive heat, leaving them </u>out of sight DYSQI behind. “Did you see that?” demanded Tom.
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<p>medium?” “About VNRBW Gatsby.” “About Gatsby! No, I GLWPE haven’t. I said I’d been making a small investigation of his past.” “And you found he was BIBMU an Oxford man, ” said Jordan </p>
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<p align="center">helpfully. “An Oxford man!” He was incredulous. “Like hell he is! He wears a pink suit.” PCHND “Nevertheless he’s an Oxford man.” “Oxford, New Mexico, GIKSS ” snorted Tom contemptuously, “or </p>
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<p align="right" style="font: 16px;">something like that.” “Listen, Tom. If VBHLE MJUEK you’re such a snob,<b> why did you invite him to lunch?” TMXQD demanded Jordan crossly. CULDH “Daisy invited him; she knew him</b>before we were married — </p>
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God knows IULPK where!” We were all irritable now with the fading ale, and aware of it we drove for a while in silence. Then OXTYR as Doctor T. J. Eckleburg’s faded eyes OXSVJ came </p>
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