What was the trouble about?

What was the trouble about, dear?

“What do you want?” asked the voice.

That is what is happening when she screams.

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

What she is going through is called being in labor.

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

She did not know what had become of the baby or anything.

He was looking away so as not to see what his father was doing.

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

Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on.

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.

Nick’s father always assumed that this was what would happen, and hired the Indians to come down from the camp and cut the logs up with the crosscut saw and split them with a wedge to make cord wood and chunks for the open fireplace.