We talked for a long time.

She knew it was for the best.

Liz Coates worked for Smith’s.

Nick held the basin for his father.

Ag stayed on night duty for three months.

His curiosity has been gone for a long time.

“I think I’ll go for a walk,” the doctor said.

We talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch.

“What are you doing that for?” asked the doctor.

A. J. Smith sent for glasses and Liz brought them.

She had been trying to have her baby for two days.

The prisoners had been brought in for the hanging.

“Nothing like it this time of year for what ails you.”

“That’s one for the medical journal, George,” he said.

The men washed up and waited in the front room for supper.

When they’re not they make a lot of trouble for everybody.

I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.

The carts were jammed for thirty miles along the Karagatch road.

They laid Maera down on a cot and one of the men went for the doctor.

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

He didn’t listen to me, he was listening so hard for the music to start.

Dick Boulton came from the Indian camp to cut up logs for Nick’s father.

I wrote out for him where to eat in Milano and the addresses of comrades.

Liz and Mrs. Smith were cooking for four days for them before they started.

If no one came for them they would be left to waterlog and rot on the beach.

“I’m stiff,” she complained, “I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.”

That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great, big, hulking physical specimen of a⁠—

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

Jim held her tight hard against the chair and she wanted it now and Jim whispered, “Come on for a walk.”

When they operated on him she prepared him for the operating table; and they had a joke about friend or enema.

It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.

But the lumbermen might never come for them because a few logs were not worth the price of a crew to gather them.

They wanted to get married, but there was not enough time for the banns, and neither of them had birth certificates.

There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air.

I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall.

I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way East, and how a dozen people had sent their love through me.

She liked it the way he walked over from the shop and often went to the kitchen door to watch for him to start down the road.

Father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.

Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.

“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.

This increased Cohn’s distaste for boxing, but it gave him a certain satisfaction of some strange sort, and it certainly improved his nose.

Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the silver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people.

Well, Dick owes me a lot of money for pulling his squaw through pneumonia and I guess he wanted a row so he wouldn’t have to take it out in work.

So I went down and caught up with them and grabbed him while he was crouched down waiting for the music to break loose and said, “Come on, Luis.”

All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said, “Why⁠—ye-es,” with very grave, hesitant faces.

They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction⁠—Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn.

If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it⁠—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in.

My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season.

When they stopped the music for the crouch he hunched down in the street with them all and when they started it again he jumped up and went dancing down the street with them.