I Don't Think She Ever Loved Me

Gatsby came back from france when tom and daisy were still on their wedding trip, and made a misera, but irresistible journey to louisville. He stayed there a week, walking the streets where their footsteps had clicked together through the november night. Just as daisy's house had always seemed to him more mysterious and gay than the other houses, so his idea of the city itself, even though she was gone from it, was pervaded with a melancholy beauty. Gatsby turned round from window and looked at me challengingly. You must remember old sport, she was very excited this afternoon. And the result was she hardly knew what she was saying.