I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports clothes-there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon a golf course on clean, crisp, mornings.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHer 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: a singing compulsion, a whispered โListen,โ a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.
F. Scott FitzgeraldSheโs got an indiscreet voice,โ I remarked. โItโs full of-โ I hesitated. โHer voice is full of money,โ he said suddenly. That was it. Iโd never understood before. It was full of money-that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbalsโ song of it.
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