Do you see?

Do many women?

They do sometimes.

You musn’t do it Jim.

“Oh, how do you do,” she said.

How do you like being an interne?

Do many men kill themselves, Daddy?

“What do you want?” asked the voice.

You know they’re stolen as well as I do.

“Do they miss me?” she cried ecstatically.

Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?

I know you didn’t mean to, but you did do it.

She turned to me helplessly: “What do people plan?”

“How do you get to West Egg village?” he asked helplessly.

Jim had her dress up and was trying to do something to her.

“Do ladies always have such a hard time having babies?” Nick asked.

Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it?

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

It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that.

Dear, I don’t think, I really don’t think that anyone would really do a thing like that.

Do not think that I am very much impressed by that as a boxing title, but it meant a lot to Cohn.

My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations.

She worked out from under him and sat up and straightened her skirt and coat and tried to do something with her hair.

She held herself stiff because she was so frightened and did not know anything else to do and then Jim held her tight against the chair and kissed her.

This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament”⁠—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.