That was a way she had.

What was that word we⁠—

They all came just like that.

This idea is that we’re Nordics.

Liking that made her feel funny.

It was funny going along that road.

That was when I was a kitchen Corporal.

That is what is happening when she screams.

He felt sick about saying goodbye like that.

It is the one country that everyone is sure of.

She liked it very much that he didn’t look like a blacksmith.

He had been like that since about four o’clock in the morning.

I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless.

They did not even remember that he was middleweight boxing champion.

Ag wrote him many letters that he never got until after the armistice.

“I hate that word ‘hulking,’ ” objected Tom crossly, “even in kidding.”

The woman in the kitchen motioned to the doctor that the water was hot.

She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker.

It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before.

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

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

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

He was so good that Spider promptly overmatched him and got his nose permanently flattened.

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

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

—And we’ve produced all the things that go to make civilization⁠—oh, science and art, and all that.

From Smith’s back door you could look out across the woods that ran down to the lake and across the bay.

Liz had good legs and always wore clean gingham aprons and Jim noticed that her hair was always neat behind.

Then they went into the woods and followed a trail that led to the logging road that ran back into the hills.

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 knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house.

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.

They walked up from the beach through a meadow that was soaking wet with dew, following the young Indian who carried a lantern.

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.

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.

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.

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that.

“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

I never saw this great-uncle, but I’m supposed to look like him⁠—with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father’s office.

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.

In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgements, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.

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.

I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War.

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.

She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see.

We were in the same senior society, and while we were never intimate I always had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own.