1 Gatsby's butler was suddenly standing beside us.
2 "I'm delighted to see you," said Gatsby standing on his porch.
3 His right hand suddenly ordered divine retribution to stand by.
4 I got him to join up in the American Legion and he used to stand high there.
5 So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight--watching over nothing.
6 He walked quickly over to Wilson and standing in front of him seized him firmly by the upper arms.
7 He watched while the two men standing closest glanced at each other and went unwillingly into the room.
8 Flushed with his impassioned gibberish he saw himself standing alone on the last barrier of civilization.
9 Almost the last thing I remember was standing with Daisy and watching the moving picture director and his Star.
10 I was standing beside his bed and he was sitting up between the sheets, clad in his underwear, with a great portfolio in his hands.
11 Perhaps his presence gave the evening its peculiar quality of oppressiveness--it stands out in my memory from Gatsby's other parties that summer.
12 Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes.
13 As a matter of fact he had no such facilities--he had no comfortable family standing behind him and he was liable at the whim of an impersonal government to be blown anywhere about the world.
14 The nature of Mr. Tostoff's composition eluded me, because just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes.
15 The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold, and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch.
16 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.
17 The silhouette of a moving cat wavered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone--fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor's mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars.
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