Daisy's Voice Struggled on Through the Heat, Molding Its Senselessness Into Forms

Gatsby's eyes floated toward her. Ah, she cried. You look so cool. With an effort, she glanced down at the table. She had told him that she loved him and Tom Buchanan saw. His mouth opened a little; he looked at Gatsby, and then back at Daisy. All right, broken Tom quickly. I'm perfectly willing to go to town. Come on, we're all going to town. No one moved.