"She's got an indiscreet voice," I remarked. "It's full of —" I hesitated.
"Her voice is full of money," he said suddenly.
That was it. I'd never understood it before. It was full of money — that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals' song of it... high in a white palace the king's daughter, the golden girl...
the great gatsby | f.scott fitzgerald
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