- Page 1 and 2: The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzger
- Page 3 and 4: Chapter 1In my younger and more vul
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- Page 7 and 8: It was a matter of chance that I sh
- Page 9 and 10: And so it happened that on a warm w
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- Page 13 and 14: ‘What you doing, Nick?’‘I’m
- Page 15 and 16: Before I could answer her eyes fast
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- Page 19 and 20: or White Star Line. He’s singing
- Page 21 and 22: attention, my belief, I felt the ba
- Page 23 and 24: ‘Did I?’ She looked at me. ‘I
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- Page 27 and 28: emn dumping ground.The valley of as
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- Page 31 and 32: The man peered doubtfully into the
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- Page 35 and 36: ‘I like your dress,’ remarked M
- Page 37 and 38: ‘Ask Myrtle,’ said Tom, breakin
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- Page 43 and 44: Chapter 3There was music from my ne
- Page 45 and 46: ecome for a sharp, joyous moment th
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- Page 49 and 50: necessary to whisper about in this
- Page 51 and 52: somewhere last night. I’ve been d
- Page 53 and 54: ‘I thought you knew, old sport. I
- Page 55 and 56: a big sensation.’ He smiled with
- Page 57 and 58: der by dissension. One of the men w
- Page 59 and 60: illuminated a bizarre and tumultuou
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- Page 71 and 72: ‘I see.’‘My family all died a
- Page 73 and 74: ought to know something about me. I
- Page 75 and 76: lar I met Gatsby for lunch. Blinkin
- Page 77 and 78: other time.’‘I beg your pardon,
- Page 79 and 80: fifty years old, and I won’t impo
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- Page 85 and 86: ‘Why not?’‘Gatsby bought that
- Page 87 and 88: Chapter 5When I came home to West E
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taking place outside. Finally he go
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momentarily at me and his lips part
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their roofs thatched with straw. Pe
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‘Oh, I’ve been in several thing
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an inconceivable pitch of intensity
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of a small town….’He rang off.
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IN BETWEEN TIME——As I went over
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he saw Dan Cody’s yacht drop anch
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had been coasting along all too hos
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habit who had been there previously
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my car. Excuse me for just a minute
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‘Mrs. Buchanan … and Mr. Buchan
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standing with Daisy and watching th
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of that year, was drifting out the
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they came to a place where there we
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village was that the new people wer
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‘We can’t move,’ they said to
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‘She doesn’t look like her fath
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innocently. ‘You know the adverti
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sy looked at Tom frowning and an in
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‘I’m sick,’ said Wilson witho
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sciousness of being observed and on
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turning around.‘There aren’t an
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him. He was a friend of Daisy’s.
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white.’Flushed with his impassion
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ing scorn: ‘Do you know why we le
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that bunch that hangs around with M
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‘Nick?’ He asked again.‘What?
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The ‘death car’ as the newspape
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Presently Tom lifted his head with
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Some dim impulse moved the policema
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I hadn’t gone twenty yards when I
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out that Daisy had been driving. He
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Chapter 8Icouldn’t sleep all nigh
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value in his eyes. He felt their pr
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efore he went to the front and foll
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sistible journey to Louisville on t
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geous pink rag of a suit made a bri
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ing. When they convinced her of thi
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‘This?’ he inquired, holding it
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‘That’s an advertisement,’ Mi
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up the front steps was the first th
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than she could endure. So Wilson wa
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Dear Mr. Carraway. This has been on
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I took him into the drawing-room, w
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less without them. My address is ca
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some work for a client of mine up t
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Rise from bed … … … … ….
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‘Neither could anybody else.’
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the wind blew the wet laundry stiff
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crazy enough to kill me if I hadn
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this continent, compelled into an a