The two Indians stood waiting.

The two boats started off in the dark.

The younger of the two was a stranger to me.

The two Indians sent them back to the shanties.

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

In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.

There were six or seven of them including two priests.

Two soldiers carried him downstairs and out into the rain.

And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago.

Two Austrian dead lay in the rubble in the shade of the house.

She screamed just as Nick and the two Indians followed his father and Uncle George into the shanty.

At two o’clock in the morning two Hungarians got into a cigar store at Fifteenth Street and Grand Avenue.

While they were strapping his legs together two guards held him up and the two priests were whispering to him.

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.

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

Two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward.

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.

The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon.

Spider Kelly taught all his young gentlemen to box like featherweights, no matter whether they weighed one hundred and five or two hundred and five pounds.

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.

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 lived at West Egg, the⁠—well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them.

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.

Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.

Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips, the two young women preceded us out on to a rosy-coloured porch, open toward the sunset, where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind.

When they all stepped back on the scaffolding back of the drop, which was very heavy, built of oak and steel and swung on ball bearings, Sam Cardinella was left sitting there strapped tight with the rope around his neck, the younger of the two priests kneeling beside the chair holding up a little crucifix.