The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Chapter 4 Page 39

driving in a Victoria through Central Park. The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties and the clear voices of girls, already gathered like crickets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight:

I'm the Sheik of Araby,

Your love belongs to me.

At night when you're are asleep,

Into your tent I'll creep — —

“It was a strange coincidence,” I said.

“But it wasn't a coincidence at all.”

“Why not?”

“Gatsby bought that house so that Daisy would be just across the bay.”