1 I wonder where in the devil he met Daisy.
2 I wondered if I had said anything to offend him.
3 Even Gatsby could happen, without any particular wonder.
4 I wonder if it'd be too much trouble to have the butler send them on.
5 "But it looks wonderful on you, if you know what I mean," pursued Mrs. McKee.
6 After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presence.
7 For just a minute I wondered if I wasn't making a mistake, then I thought it all over again quickly and got up to say goodbye.
8 She came in with such a proprietary haste and looked around so possessively at the furniture that I wondered if she lived here.
9 And with this doubt his whole statement fell to pieces and I wondered if there wasn't something a little sinister about him after all.
10 And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock.
11 The fact was infinitely astonishing to him--and I recognized first the unusual quality of wonder and then the man--it was the late patron of Gatsby's library.
12 I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased.
13 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.
14 Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalk really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees--he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.
15 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.