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The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 7
2 Mr. Wolfshiem raised his hand in a sort of benediction.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 4
3 I raised him up out of nothing, right out of the gutter.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 9
4 The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 3
5 Mrs. Wilson rejected the compliment by raising her eyebrow in disdain.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 2
6 Myrtle raised her eyebrows in despair at the shiftlessness of the lower orders.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 2
7 Gatsby's eyes followed it momentarily; he raised his hand and pointed across the bay.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 7
8 She got up slowly, raising her eyebrows at me in astonishment, and followed the butler toward the house.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 3
9 A small, flat-nosed Jew raised his large head and regarded me with two fine growths of hair which luxuriated in either nostril.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 4
10 He raised his hand to stop my words, looked at me with unforgettable reproach and opening the door cautiously went back into the other room.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 5
11 She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 1
12 She was dressed to play golf and I remember thinking she looked like a good illustration, her chin raised a little, jauntily, her hair the color of an autumn leaf, her face the same brown tint as the fingerless glove on her knee.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 9
13 At first I couldn't find the source of the high, groaning words that echoed clamorously through the bare garage--then I saw Wilson standing on the raised threshold of his office, swaying back and forth and holding to the doorposts with both hands.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 7