But there was a change in Gatsby that was simply confounding. He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room.
It is not his silver shirt or gold tie that are bright now, but Gatsby himself. His inner fear is resolved for the moment as the fulfillment of his dream seems to promise.
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