1 He rested for a moment against the pump, shading his eyes.
2 He got up, his eyes still flashing between Gatsby and his wife.
3 "He has to telephone," said Mr. Wolfshiem, following him with his eyes.
4 He was pale and there were dark signs of sleeplessness beneath his eyes.
5 "I've got a nice place here," he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly.
6 Then Tom shut the door on them and came down the single step, his eyes avoiding the table.
7 It excited him too that many men had already loved Daisy--it increased her value in his eyes.
8 The hair in his nostrils quivered slightly and as he shook his head his eyes filled with tears.
9 But his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.
10 Daisy took the brush with delight and smoothed her hair, whereupon Gatsby sat down and shaded his eyes and began to laugh.
11 When he came down the steps at last the tanned skin was drawn unusually tight on his face, and his eyes were bright and tired.
12 She used to sit on the sand with his head in her lap by the hour rubbing her fingers over his eyes and looking at him with unfathomable delight.
13 After a little while Mr. Gatz opened the door and came out, his mouth ajar, his face flushed slightly, his eyes leaking isolated and unpunctual tears.
14 And as the time passed and the servants came in and stood waiting in the hall, his eyes began to blink anxiously and he spoke of the rain in a worried uncertain way.