“I know,” said Nick.

You must know Gatsby.

I know somebody there.

I don’t know a single⁠—

Why they came East I don’t know.

“You don’t know,” said his father.

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

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

“That’s all right maybe this time,” said Drevitts, “but how did you know they were wops when you bumped them off?”

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.