The Great Gatsby (Mint Editions (Literary Fiction))

by F. Scott Fitzgerald

They picked him up when he handed the bonds over the counter. They got a circular from New York giving ’em the numbers just five minutes before.

He had reached an age where death no longer has the quality of ghastly surprise, and when he looked around him now for the first time and saw the height and splendour of the hall and the great rooms opening out from it into other rooms, his grief began to be mixed with an awed pride.