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Ar nine o'clock one morning late in July, Gatsby's beautiful car ulled up outside my door.He hurried the phrase 'educated at Oxford', or swallowed it, as if it troubled himAs we talked, Gatsby

seemed strangely uncertain of himself, and began leaving his

sentences unfinished.It was the first time he had visited me. though I had attended two of his parties, gon up in his seaplane and made frequent use of his beach.I was brought up in America, but educated at Oxford University, in England, because the men in my family were always educated at Oxford

He looked at me sideways-and I knew why Jordan Baker had believed he was lying.I'll tell vou God's truth.You're having lunch with me today and I thought we'd drive up to town together

He saw me looking with admiration at his car.It's pretty, isn't it?Haven't you ever seen it before?

Ar nine o'clock one morning late in July, Gatsby's beautiful car ulled up outside my door. It was the first time he had visited me. though I had attended two of his parties, gon up in his seaplane and made frequent use of his beach.

Good morning, old sport. You're having lunch with me today and I thought we'd drive up to town together

He saw me looking with admiration at his car. It's pretty, isn't it? Haven't you ever seen it before?

I'd seen it. Everybody had seen it. It was enormous; a rich

creamy yellow, with green leather seats. We set off.

I had talked with him a number of times in the past month and found, to my disappointment, that he had little to say. I had felt at first that he was someone who mattered, but now this feeling had disappeared: he had become simply the owner of a lovely house next door.

And then came that surprising ride. As we talked, Gatsby

seemed strangely uncertain of himself, and began leaving his

sentences unfinished. 'Look here, old sport, he said suddenly,

'what's your opinion of me? I began making the kind of general remarks which that question deserves.

Well, I'm going to tell you something about my life, he interrupted. 'I don't want you to get a wrong idea of me from all these stories you hear. I'll tell vou God's truth. I am the son of some wealthy people in the Middle West all dead now. I was brought up in America, but educated at Oxford University, in England, because the men in my family were always educated at Oxford

He looked at me sideways-and I knew why Jordan Baker had believed he was lying. He hurried the phrase 'educated at Oxford', or swallowed it, as if it troubled him