I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.

It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before.

Most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don't in the beginning.

Her voice is full of money.

Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.

She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.

She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.