she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression,
then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh,
and I laughed too and came forward into the room.
“I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.” She laughed again,
as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment,
looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see.
That was a way she had. ( Fitgerald Page 13)
