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The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 3
2 "Make us a cold drink," cried Daisy.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 7
3 She began to cry--she cried and cried.
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4 "I wouldn't think of changing the light," cried Mrs. McKee.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 2
5 And all the time something within her was crying for a decision.
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6 "I was asleep," cried Mr. Klipspringer, in a spasm of embarrassment.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 5
7 My dear," she cried, "I'm going to give you this dress as soon as I'm through with it.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 2
8 Suddenly with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 5
9 She convinced herself of it and cried into her handkerchief as if the very suggestion was more than she could endure.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 9
10 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.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 7
11 And if you think I didn't have my share of suffering--look here, when I went to give up that flat and saw that damn box of dog biscuits sitting there on the sideboard I sat down and cried like a baby.
The Great GatsbyBy F. Scott Fitzgerald ContextHighlight In Chapter 9
12 The straw seats of the car hovered on the edge of combustion; the woman next to me perspired delicately for a while into her white shirtwaist, and then, as her newspaper dampened under her fingers, lapsed despairingly into deep heat with a desolate cry.
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