1 There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights.
2 Then suddenly she threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and went into the house.
3 She got up slowly, raising her eyebrows at me in astonishment, and followed the butler toward the house.
4 It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America.
5 I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited.
6 The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house.
7 Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial mansion overlooking the bay.
8 We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end.
9 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.
10 It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to do was to rush out of the house, child in arms--but apparently there were no such intentions in her head.
11 A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby's house, making the night fine as before and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden.
12 My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season.
13 He found the house, a weather beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington and I went out to the country alone.
14 My own house was an eye-sore, but it was a small eye-sore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor's lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires--all for eighty dollars a month.
15 I was on my way to get roaring drunk from sheer embarrassment when Jordan Baker came out of the house and stood at the head of the marble steps, leaning a little backward and looking with contemptuous interest down into the garden.
16 The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens--finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run.
17 The practical thing was to find rooms in the city but it was a warm season and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town it sounded like a great idea.
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