The Inexhaustible Charm of the King's Daughter

Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan came out of the house wearing small tight hats of metallic cloth. They went upstairs to get ready while we three men stood there shuffling the hot water. A silver curve of the moon hovered already in the western sky. Gatsby turned to me rigidly. I can't say anything in this household sport,. It's full of... Her voice is full of money. That was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it. The jingle of it. The symbol song of it. High in a white palace, the king's daughter. The golden girl.