I don’t believe it.

You wouldn’t believe it.

You wouldn’t believe what just happened about that one.

I can’t really believe that anyone would do a thing of that sort intentionally.

“Plastiras is a very good man, I believe,” he said, “but frightfully difficult.”

The girls at the Cova were very patriotic, and I found that the most patriotic people in Italy were the café girls⁠—and I believe they are still patriotic.

I don’t mean that he had traded on his phantom millions, but he had deliberately given Daisy a sense of security; he let her believe that he was a person from much the same strata as herself⁠—that he was fully able to take care of her.

This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn’t believe it⁠—I had no sight into Daisy’s heart, but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.