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fitzgerald-great_03		fitzgerald-great_03			.txt	text/plain	5886	407	84	A chauffeur in a uniform of robin'segg blue crossed my lawn early that Saturday morning with a surprisingly formal note from his employer: the honour would be entirely Gatsby 's, it said, if I would attend his" little party" that night. As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host, but the two or three people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way, and denied so vehemently any knowledge of his movements, that I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table— the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone. I was on my way to get roaring drunk from sheer embarrassment when Jordan Baker came out of the house and stood at the head of the marble steps, leaning a little backward and looking with contemptuous interest down into the garden.	./cache/fitzgerald-great_03.txt	./txt/fitzgerald-great_03.txt