It was lonely and rainy there, and there was a battalion of arditi quartered in the town.

And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit.

It was a four gallon jug and there was quite a little slopped back and forth in the bottom.

“It belongs to White and McNally,” he said, standing up and brushing off his trousers knees.

Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw had rocked the log out of the wet sand and rolled it toward the water.

Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it could support one more single man.

His father picked the baby up and slapped it to make it breathe and handed it to the old woman.

Or, rather, as I didn’t know Mr. Gatsby, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name.

Liz hadn’t known just what would happen when Jim got back but she was sure it would be something.

Then the hand that felt so big in her lap went away and was on her leg and started to move up it.

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

It was just beginning to be daylight when they walked along the logging road back toward the lake.

Nick’s father ordered some water to be put on the stove, and while it was heating he spoke to Nick.

It was understood he would not drink, and he did not want to see his friends or anyone in the States.

She couldn’t sleep well from thinking about him but she discovered it was fun to think about him too.

She couldn’t wait till she saw Jim and it seemed as though everything would be all right when he came.

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

They sunk the ends of their cant-hooks into one of the logs and swung against it to loosen it in the sand.

He reported at Bologna, and I took him with me up into the Romagna where it was necessary I go to see a man.

Nick and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Indians shoved it off and one of them got in to row.

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

He was very short with a brown face and quite drunk and he said, “After all, it has happened before like that.”

It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America.

They felt as though they were married, but they wanted everyone to know about it, and to make it so they could not lose it.

And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all.

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.

There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked⁠—and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.

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.

We went along the road all night in the dark and the adjutant kept riding up alongside my kitchen and saying, “You must put it out.”

He tried five times and the crowd was quiet because it was a good bull and it looked like him or the bull and then he finally made it.

I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.

It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.

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, 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.

At this point Miss Baker said: “Absolutely!” with such suddenness that I started⁠—it was the first word she had uttered since I came into the room.

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.

She felt Jim right through the back of the chair and she couldn’t stand it and then something clicked inside of her and the feeling was warmer and softer.

They were all about the hospital, and how much she loved him and how it was impossible to get along without him and how terrible it was missing him at night.

It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York⁠—and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land.

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.

One day she found that she liked it the way the hair was black on his arms and how white they were above the tanned line when he washed up in the washbasin outside the house.

The night before they were to come back she didn’t sleep at all, that is she didn’t think she slept because it was all mixed up in a dream about not sleeping and really not sleeping.

The crowd came over the barrera and around the torero and two men grabbed him and held him and someone cut off his pigtail and was waving it and a kid grabbed it and ran away with it.

She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall.

It was very beautiful in the spring and summer, the bay blue and bright and usually whitecaps on the lake out beyond the point from the breeze blowing from Charlevoix and Lake Michigan.

He cared nothing for boxing, in fact he disliked it, but he learned it painfully and thoroughly to counteract the feeling of inferiority and shyness he had felt on being treated as a Jew at Princeton.

It was sharply different from the West, where an evening was hurried from phase to phase towards its close, in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself.

No⁠—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

My own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbour’s lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires⁠—all for eighty dollars a month.

The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men.