“� Daisy?”

“Please don't.” Her voice was cold, but the rancour was gone from it. She looked at Gatsby. “There, Jay,” she said — but her hand as she tried to light a cigarette was trembling. Suddenly she threw the cigarette and the burning match on the carpet.

“Oh, you want too much!” she cried to Gatsby. “I love you now — isn't that enough? I can't help what's past.” She began to sob helplessly. “I did love him once — but I loved you too.”

Gatsby's eyes opened and closed.

“You loved me too?” he repeated.

“Even that's a lie,” said Tom savagely. “She didn't know you were alive. Why, —