“It doesn’t matter anymore. Just tell him the truth ---- that you never loved him----and it’s all wiped out forever.” She looked at him blindly. “Why----how could I love him----possibly? “You never loved him.” She hesitated. Her eyes fell on Jordan and me with a sort of appeal, as though she realized at last what she was doing---- and as though she had never, all along, intended doing anything at all. But it was done now. It was too late. “I never loved him,” she said, with perceptible reluctance. […] “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 hopelessly “I did love him once----but I loved you too.” […] “I want to speak Daisy alone,” he insisted. “She’s all excited now -----” “Even alone I can’t say I never loved Tom,” she admitted in a pitiful voice. “It wouldn’t be true.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. Just tell him the truth ---- that you never loved him----and it’s all wiped out forever.” She looked at him blindly. “Why----how could I love him----possibly? “You never loved him.” She hesitated. Her eyes fell on Jordan and me with a sort of appeal, as though she realized at last what she was doing---- and as though she had never, all along, intended doing anything at all. But it was done now. It was too late. “I never loved him,” she said, with perceptible reluctance. […] “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 hopelessly “I did love him once----but I loved you too.” […] “I want to speak Daisy alone,” he insisted. “She’s all excited now -----” “Even alone I can’t say I never loved Tom,” she admitted in a pitiful voice. “It wouldn’t be true.”