1 He smiled understandingly--much more than understandingly.
2 I'd like to do more work on Long Island if I could get the entry.
3 Everybody I knew was in the bond business so I supposed it could support one more single man.
4 When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.
5 This isn't just an epigram--life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.
6 To the wingless a more arresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.
7 It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.
8 I waited but she didn't say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter.
9 In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
10 Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial mansion overlooking the bay.
11 There was something pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more.
12 "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.
13 He didn't say any more but we've always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that.
14 Her eyebrows had been plucked and then drawn on again at a more rakish angle but the efforts of nature toward the restoration of the old alignment gave a blurred air to her face.
15 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.
16 Her laughter, her gestures, her assertions became more violently affected moment by moment and as she expanded the room grew smaller around her until she seemed to be revolving on a noisy, creaking pivot through the smoky air.
17 The groups change more swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath--already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the center of a group and then excited with triumph glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light.
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