The Great Gatsby — Francis Scott Fitzgerald

So Tom Buchanan and his girl and I went up together to New York or not quite together for Mrs Wilson sat discreetly in another car Tom deferred that much to the sensibilities of those East Eggers who might be on the train She had changed her dress to a brown figured muslin which stretched tight over her rather wide hips as Tom helped her to the platform in New York At the news stand she bought a copy of ldquo Town Tattlerdquo and a moving picture magazine and in the station drug store some cold cream and a small flask of perfume Upstairs in the solemn echoing drive she let four taxi cabs drive away before she selected a new one lavendercolored with grey upholstery and in this we slid out from the mass of the station into the glowing sunshine But immediately she turned sharply from the window and leaning forward tapped on the front glass