She liked it about how white his teeth were when he smiled.

One of the white men sat on his cot with his head in his hands.

They whack-whacked the white horse on the legs and he kneed himself up.

The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be⁠—will be utterly submerged.

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

Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay.

They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house.

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.

Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans.

Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtrusively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire.