1 One afternoon late in October I saw Tom Buchanan.
2 She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.
3 Making a short deft movement Tom Buchanan broke her nose with his open hand.
4 That force took shape in the middle of spring with the arrival of Tom Buchanan.
5 I hadn't been there two minutes when somebody brought Tom Buchanan in for a drink.
6 As the waiter brought my change I caught sight of Tom Buchanan across the crowded room.
7 Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder.
8 In June she married Tom Buchanan of Chicago with more pomp and circumstance than Louisville ever knew before.
9 There is always a halt there of at least a minute and it was because of this that I first met Tom Buchanan's mistress.
10 So Tom Buchanan and his girl and I went up together to New York--or not quite together, for Mrs. Wilson sat discreetly in another car.
11 Next day at five o'clock she married Tom Buchanan without so much as a shiver and started off on a three months' trip to the South Seas.
12 Some time toward midnight Tom Buchanan and Mrs. Wilson stood face to face discussing in impassioned voices whether Mrs. Wilson had any right to mention Daisy's name.
13 Unlike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan I had no girl whose disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs and so I drew up the girl beside me, tightening my arms.
14 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.
15 Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively under mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square.
16 The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold, and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch.