Nick Carraway, a Midwesterner bondsman, rents a cottage in West Egg next to the mysterious millionaire Jay Gatsby. Drawn into the world of his cousin Daisy and her brutish husband Tom, Nick becomes the confidant for Gatsby's singular, five-year obsession: to win back Daisy and recreate a perfect past, a dream that ultimately collides with reality and ends in violence.
At the Buchanan estate, Tom deposited his passengers and went inside to rejoin his wife. Nick, sickened by the day’s events, refused to enter the house and walked toward the gate to wait for a taxi. Before he had gone far, Gatsby emerged from the shrubbery. He had been standing in the darkness, watching the house, waiting to ensure that Daisy was safe from any anger Tom might direct at her. He confessed to Nick that Daisy had been driving when the accident occurred, but he insisted he would take the blame. He seemed unable to grasp the moral weight of what had happened; his only concern was for Daisy’s comfort, for protecting her from consequences.
Nick approached the house and looked through a window into the kitchen. There he saw Tom and Daisy sitting together at the table, a plate of cold chicken between them. Tom was speaking intently, his hand covering hers, and Daisy nodded in response. They were not happy—neither had touched the food—but they were together, united by the terrible knowledge of what had happened and what they must do to survive it. The marriage, which had seemed so fractured that afternoon, had reformed itself around the shared secret of Myrtle’s death.
Nick returned to Gatsby and advised him to go home. Gatsby refused. He would keep his vigil through the night, watching the house for any sign that Daisy might need him. He could not know that she had already chosen her path, that the conspiracy of marriage had closed around her, and that the dream he had pursued so desperately had died in a hotel room hours before. He stood alone in the moonlight, faithful to a woman who had retreated beyond his reach, keeping watch over nothing at all.
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Nick could not sleep, the foghorn’s groan on the Sound mingling with savage dreams. Before dawn, a taxi climbing Gatsby’s drive jolted him awake. He dressed and hurried across the lawn, finding the front door open and Gatsby slumped at a hall table, heavy with dejection.
“Nothing happened,” Gatsby said. “About four o’clock she came to the window, stood a minute, then turned out the light.”
The house felt enormous, its rooms musty and thick with dust, as if the ghosts of last summer’s parties still lingered. They searched for cigarettes, pushing aside heavy curtains and fumbling along dark walls. Nick urged Gatsby to flee, certain the police would trace his car. Gatsby refused; he would not leave until he knew Daisy’s decision, clinging to a final, fragile hope.
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