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Everything tom says shows in this

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"There was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings."

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"Sure I did. I was going to wear it tonight, but it was to big in the bust and had to be altered. It was gas blue with lavender beads. Two hundred and sixty-five dollars."

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"It made no difference to me. Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply- I was casually sorry, and then I forgot."

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The groups change more swift-ly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath—already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable,become for a sharp, joyous moment the center of a group and then excited with triumph glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light (7)

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‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter. ‘I know very little about driving—next to nothing. It happened, and that’s all I know.’

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The bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed
something—most affectations conceal something
eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning—and
one day I found what it was. When we were on a houseparty
together up in Warwick, she left a borrowed car out
in the rain with the top down, and then lied about it—and
suddenly I remembered the story about her that had eluded
me that night at Daisy’s. At her first big golf tournament
there was a row that nearly reached the newspapers—a suggestion
that she had moved her ball from a bad lie in the
semi-final round.

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"Jordan baker instinctively avoided clever shrewd men and now I saw that this was because she felt safer on a plane where any divergence from a code would be thought impossible. She was incurably dishonest. She wasn't able to endure being at a disadvantage, and given this unwillingness I suppose she had begun dealing in subterfuges when she was very young in order to keep that cool, insolent smile turned to the world and yet satisfy the demands of her hard, jaunty body." (paragraph 156)

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"He smiled understandingly--much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it."

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"There was dancing now on the canvas in the garden, old men pushing young girls backward in eternal grace-less circles, superior couples holding each other tortuously, fashionably and keeping in the corners—and a great num-ber of single girls dancing individualistically or relieving the orchestra for a moment of the burden of the banjo or the traps."

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.”“‘There’s something funny about a fellow that’ll do a thing like that,’ said the other girl eagerly. ‘He doesn’t want any trouble with ANYbody.’‘Who doesn’t?’ I inquired. ‘Gatsby. Somebody told me——‘The two girls and Jordan leaned together confidentially. ‘Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once.’ A thrill passed over all of us. The three Mr. Mumblesbent forward and listened

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"I think he’d tanked up a good deal at luncheon and his determination to have my company bordered on violence."

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" ‘You look at him sometimes when he thinks nobody’s look-ing at him. I’ll bet he killed a man.’ She narrowed her eyes and shivered. Lucille shivered. We all turned and looked around for Gatsby. It was testimo-ny to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world."

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Once there they were introduced by somebody who knew Gatsby and after that they conducted themselves according to the rules of be-havior associated with amusement parks.Sometimes they came and went without having met Gatsby at all, came for the party with a simplicity of heart that was its own ticket of admission.

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"I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby’s house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invit-ed. People were not invited—they went there. They got into automobiles which bore them out to Long Island and some-how they ended up at Gatsby’s door. Once there they were introduced by somebody who knew Gatsby and after that they conducted themselves according to the rules of be-havior associated with amusement parks." paragraph 9

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"There was music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the cham-pagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motor-boats slit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cat-aracts of foam. On week-ends his Rolls -Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city, between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his sta-tion wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants including an extra gardener toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of the night before."

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"The last swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs; the cars from New York are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and sa-lons and verandas are gaudy with primary colors and hair shorn in strange new ways and shawls beyond the dreams of Castile. The bar is in full swing and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside until the air is alive with chatter and laughter and casual innuendo and intro-ductions forgotten on the spot and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other’s names."

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"Jordan Baker instinctively avoided clever shrewd men and now I saw that this was because she felt safer on a plane where any divergence from a code would be thought impossible.".
I think the author has portrayed Jordan Baker as an East egg person. In the first quote, "avoiding clever shrewd men" and Nick's accusation of her having cheated in the first major golf tournament suggests that she is deceptive and dishonest, deceptive similar to Tom, an East egg person that cheats on his wife.

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There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and he champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his motor-boats slid the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. On week-ends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of the night before. (3.1)

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“And on Mondays eight servants including an extra gardener toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and And on Mondays eight servants including an extra gardener toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of  the night before.”“‘There’s something funny about a fellow that’ll do a thing like that,’ said the other girl eagerly. ‘He doesn’t want any trouble with ANYbody.’‘Who doesn’t?’ I inquired. ‘Gatsby. Somebody told me——‘The two girls and Jordan leaned together confidentially. ‘Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once.’ A thrill passed over all of us. The three Mr. Mumblesbent forward and listened eagerly.‘I don’t think it’s so much THAT,’ argued Lucille skepti-cally; ‘it’s more that he was a German spy during the war.’”

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“And on Mondays eight servants including an extra gardener toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and And on Mondays eight servants including an extra gardener toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of  the night before.”“‘There’s something funny about a fellow that’ll do a thing like that,’ said the other girl eagerly. ‘He doesn’t want any trouble with ANYbody.’‘Who doesn’t?’ I inquired. ‘Gatsby. Somebody told me——‘The two girls and Jordan leaned together confidentially. ‘Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once.’ A thrill passed over all of us. The three Mr. Mumblesbent forward and listened eagerly.‘I don’t think it’s so much THAT,’ argued Lucille skepti-cally; ‘it’s more that he was a German spy during the war.’”

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Rayna Garcia.

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He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on YOU with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

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There was dancing now on the canvas in the garden, old men pushing young girls backward in eternal grace-less circles, superior couples holding each other tortuously, fashionably and keeping in the corners—and a great num-ber of single girls dancing individualistically or relieving the orchestra for a moment of the burden of the banjo or the traps.

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"The two girls and Jordan leaned together confidentially. ‘Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once.’ A thrill passed over all of us. The three Mr. Mumbles bent forward and listened eagerly.

‘I don’t think it’s so much THAT,’ argued Lucille skepti-cally; ‘it’s more that he was a German spy during the war.’

One of the men nodded in confirmation.

‘I heard that from a man who knew all about him, grew up with him in Germany,’ he assured us positively.

‘Oh, no,’ said the first girl, ‘it couldn’t be that, because he was in the American army during the war.’ As our credulity switched back to her she leaned forward with enthusiasm. ‘You look at him sometimes when he thinks nobody’s look-ing at him. I’ll bet he killed a man.’"

(This gives us characterization about Gatsby. From this we can tell that not that many people know Gatsby on a personal level. And because of this there are a lot of rumors surrounding his name. It also shows that most of the people that come to Gatsby's parties are just there to have fun, not to see Gatsby.)

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“Instead of rambling this party had preserved a dignified homogeneity, and assumed to itself the function of representing the staid nobility of the countryside—East Egg condescending to West Egg, and carefully on guard against its spectroscopic gayety.”

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A depiction of this interaction between miss baker and the servant depicts how gatsby is looked at. "with me? she exclaimed" she exclaimed shows that she is interested, shocked, and amazed that this "great gatsby" would like to speak to her alone.

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this describes the party goers as energetic and careless- theyre there to have a good time no matter how crazy they get.

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The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier, minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. The groups change more swift-ly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath—already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable,become for a sharp, joyous moment the center of a group and then excited with triumph glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light.

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Suddenly one of these gypsies in trembling opal, seizes a cocktail out of the air, dumps it down for courage and mov-ing her hands like Frisco dances out alone on the canvas platform. A momentary hush; the orchestra leader varies his rhythm obligingly for her and there is a burst of chatter as the erroneous news goes around that she is Gilda Gray’s understudy from the ‘Follies.’The party has begun.

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"‘I like to come,’ Lucille said. ‘I never care what I do, so I always have a good time. When I was here last I tore my gown on a chair, and he asked me my name and address—inside of a week I got a package from Croirier’s with a new evening gown in it.’

‘Did you keep it?’ asked Jordan.

‘Sure I did. I was going to wear it tonight, but it was too big in the bust and had to be altered. It was gas blue with lavender beads. Two hundred and sixty-five dollars.’

‘There’s something funny about a fellow that’ll do a thing like that,’ said the other girl eagerly. ‘He doesn’t want any trouble with ANYbody.’

‘Who doesn’t?’ I inquired. ‘Gatsby. Somebody told me——‘

The two girls and Jordan leaned together confidentially. ‘Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once.’ A thrill passed over all of us. The three Mr. Mumbles bent forward and listened eagerly.

‘I don’t think it’s so much THAT,’ argued Lucille skepti-cally; ‘it’s more that he was a German spy during the war.’

One of the men nodded in confirmation.

‘I heard that from a man who knew all about him, grew up with him in Germany,’ he assured us positively.

‘Oh, no,’ said the first girl, ‘it couldn’t be that, because he was in the American army during the war.’ As our credulity switched back to her she leaned forward with enthusiasm. ‘You look at him sometimes when he thinks nobody’s look-ing at him. I’ll bet he killed a man.’"

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There was music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the cham-pagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motor-boats slit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cat-aracts of foam. On week-ends his Rolls -Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city, between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his sta-tion wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains.

(shows the carelessness of the people of the eggs and how they like to steep themselves in their lavish lifestyle)