I don’t know a single⁠—

Why they came East I don’t know.

“You don’t know,” said his father.

I said, “Don’t be a damn fool, Luis.”

I don’t hear them because they are not important.

The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be⁠—will be utterly submerged.

“Don’t look at me,” Daisy retorted, “I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.”

Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on.

“Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,” he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more.

“Now, don’t think my opinion on these matters is final,” he seemed to say, “just because I’m stronger and more of a man than you are.”