1 He passed his hand over the brown wash-rag of a back.
2 I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless.
3 We went on, cutting back again over the Park toward the West Hundreds.
4 I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice.
5 The man peered doubtfully into the basket, plunged in his hand and drew one up, wriggling, by the back of the neck.
6 Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discontented face.
7 Mr. McKee regarded her intently with his head on one side and then moved his hand back and forth slowly in front of his face.
8 "Oh, I'll stay in the East, don't you worry," he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more.
9 We all looked in silence at Mrs. Wilson who removed a strand of hair from over her eyes and looked back at us with a brilliant smile.
10 The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom's ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside.
11 Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table.
12 I followed him over a low white-washed railroad fence and we walked back a hundred yards along the road under Doctor Eckleburg's persistent stare.
13 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.
14 When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.
15 At any rate Miss Baker's lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again--the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright.
16 When I came back they had disappeared so I sat down discreetly in the living room and read a chapter of "Simon Called Peter"--either it was terrible stuff or the whiskey distorted things because it didn't make any sense to me.
17 Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly interested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front.
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