1 It was on a clear morning, in the latter days of December, that I first saw the white cliffs of Britain.
2 The snows descended on my head, and I saw the print of his huge step on the white plain.
3 There he lies, white and cold in death.
4 The idea is if we don't look out the white race will be--will be utterly submerged.
5 Our white girlhood was passed together there.
6 He came only once, in white knickerbockers, and had a fight with a bum named Etty in the garden.
7 Taking a white card from his wallet he waved it before the man's eyes.
8 It wasn't until then that I connected this Gatsby with the officer in her white car.
9 A few days later he took him to Duluth and bought him a blue coat, six pair of white duck trousers and a yachting cap.
10 Gatsby indicated a gorgeous, scarcely human orchid of a woman who sat in state under a white plum tree.
11 They were still under the white plum tree and their faces were touching except for a pale thin ray of moonlight between.
12 His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own.
13 At length the high white steeple of the town met my eyes.
14 Jordan's fingers, powdered white over their tan, rested for a moment in mine.
15 Her face bent into the single wrinkle of the small white neck.