1 "We've met before," muttered Gatsby.
2 I wonder where in the devil he met Daisy.
3 "My memory goes back to when I first met him," he said.
4 In a well-fanned Forty-second Street cellar I met Gatsby for lunch.
5 Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space.
6 "The last one was the one I met you at," answered the girl, in an alert, confident voice.
7 "We haven't met for many years," said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be.
8 When they met again two days later it was Gatsby who was breathless, who was somehow betrayed.
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 We got up, and she explained that we were going to find the host--I had never met him, she said, and it was making me uneasy.
11 Sometimes they came and went without having met Gatsby at all, came for the party with a simplicity of heart that was its own ticket of admission.
12 His name was Jay Gatsby and I didn't lay eyes on him again for over four years--even after I'd met him on Long Island I didn't realize it was the same man.