1 "No, he doesn't," said Tom coldly.
2 "Make us a cold drink," cried Daisy.
3 Her voice was cold, but the rancour was gone from it.
4 Her hand, which dangles over the side, sparkles cold with jewels.
5 It was a cold fall day with fire in the room and her cheeks flushed.
6 I rushed out and found her mother's maid and we locked the door and got her into a cold bath.
7 We had luncheon in the dining-room, darkened, too, against the heat, and drank down nervous gayety with the cold ale.
8 Daisy and Tom were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table with a plate of cold fried chicken between them and two bottles of ale.
9 Then I was lying half asleep in the cold lower level of the Pennsylvania Station, staring at the morning "Tribune" and waiting for the four o'clock train.
10 At the news-stand she bought a copy of "Town Tattle" and a moving-picture magazine and, in the station drug store, some cold cream and a small flask of perfume.
11 We drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour before we melted indistinguishably into it again.
12 She had caught a cold and it made her voice huskier and more charming than ever and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.