The Unreal Feeling of a Famous Celebrity

Daisy and Gatsby danced. I remember being surprised by his graceful conservative foxtrot. Then they sauntered over to my house and sat on the steps for half an hour while her request I remained watchfully in the garden. Tom appeared from his oblivion as we were sitting down to supper together. Do you mind if I eat with some people over here? He said, a fellow's getting off some funny stuff. Go ahead, answer Daisy geniely. And if you want to take down any addresses, here's my little gold pencil. How do you feel, Miss Beddaker? The girl addressed, was trying unsuccessfully to slump against my shoulder.