1 "I want to speak to Daisy alone," he insisted.
2 His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed.
3 Gatsby started to speak, changed his mind, but not before Tom wheeled and faced him expectantly.
4 I was flattered that she wanted to speak to me, because of all the older girls I admired her most.
5 She was effectually prevented, but she wasn't on speaking terms with her family for several weeks.
6 It all happened in a minute but it seemed to me that she wanted to speak to us, thought we were somebody she knew.
7 When it was almost morning the waiter came up to him with a funny look and says somebody wants to speak to him outside.
8 So I take advantage of this short halt, while Gatsby, so to speak, caught his breath, to clear this set of misconceptions away.
9 He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity.
10 I can't speak about what happened five years ago, because I didn't know Daisy then--and I'll be damned if I see how you got within a mile of her unless you brought the groceries to the back door.
11 At first I was surprised and confused; then, as he lay in his house and didn't move or breathe or speak hour upon hour it grew upon me that I was responsible, because no one else was interested--interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end.