1 You must have gone to church once.
2 He looked at me keenly, realizing that Jordan and I must have known all along.
3 He must have been tired and walking slowly for he didn't reach Gad's Hill until noon.
4 He had come a long way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.
5 I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall.
6 She must have seen something of this in my expression for she turned abruptly away and ran up the porch steps into the house.
7 I must have felt pretty weird by that time because I could think of nothing except the luminosity of his pink suit under the moon.
8 If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.
9 Some words of this conversation must have reached Wilson swaying in the office door, for suddenly a new theme found voice among his gasping cries.
10 She must have broken her rule against drinking that night for when she arrived she was stupid with liquor and unable to understand that the ambulance had already gone to Flushing.
11 He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.
12 Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering.
13 Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.