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30 Cards in this Set
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frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon
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Nick
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there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.
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Gatsby
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My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations
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Nick
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one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven—a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anti-climax
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Tom
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His family were enormously wealthy—even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach
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Tom
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His family were enormously wealthy—even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach
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Tom
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he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing
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Tom
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They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house
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Daisy and Jordan
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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
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Jordan
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Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget:
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Daisy
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She was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet.
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Jordan
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There was something pathetic in his concentration, as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more
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Tom
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then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk
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Daisy
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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. Something in his leisurely movements and the secure position of his feet
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Gatsby
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he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling.
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Gatsby
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are blue and gigantic—their irises are one yard high. They look out of no face, but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose
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Dr. TJ Eckleburg
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He was a blond, spiritless man, anaemic, and faintly handsome. When he saw us a damp gleam of hope sprang into his light blue eyes.
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George
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She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her surplus flesh sensuously as some women can.
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Myrtle
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Her face, above a spotted dress of dark blue crepe-de-chine, contained no facet or gleam of beauty, but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering
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Myrtle
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slender, worldly girl of about thirty, with a solid, sticky bob of red hair, and a complexion powdered milky white. Her eye-brows 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
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Catherine
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a pale, feminine man from the flat below. He had just shaved, for there was a white spot of lather on his cheekbone, and he was most respectful in his greeting to every one in the room.
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Mr. McKee
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Her laughter, her gestures, her assertions became more violently affected moment by moment, and as she expanded the room grew smaller around her,
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Myrtle
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Well, they say he’s a nephew or a cousin of Kaiser Wilhelm’s. That’s where all his money comes from.
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Gatsby
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He borrowed somebody’s best suit to get married in, and never even told me about it, and the man came after it one day when he was out. ‘oh, is that your suit?’ I said.
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George
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A stout, middle-aged man, with enormous owl-eyed spectacles, was sitting somewhat drunk on the edge of a great table, staring with unsteady concentration at the shelves of books
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Owl-Eyes
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He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life
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Gatsby
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His tanned skin was drawn attractively tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day. I could see nothing sinister about him
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Gatsby
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Jordan
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She was incurably dishonest. She wasn’t able to endure being at a disadvantage and, given this unwillingness, I suppose she had begun dealing in subterfuges when she was very young in order to keep that cool, insolent smile turned to the world and yet satisfy the demands of her hard, jaunty body.
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Jordan
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Her gray, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her.
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Jordan
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