Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 7
"She’sbeentalkingaboutitfortenyears."Herestedforamomentagainstthepump,shadinghiseyes."Andnowshe’sgoingwhethershewantstoornot.I’mgoingtogetheraway."
Thecoupeflashedbyuswithaflurryofdustandtheflashofawavinghand.
"WhatdoIoweyou?"demandedTomharshly.
"Ijustgotwiseduptosomethingfunnythelasttwodays,"remarkedWilson."That’swhyIwanttogetaway.That’swhyIbeenbotheringyouaboutthecar."
"WhatdoIoweyou?"
"Dollartwenty."
TherelentlessbeatingheatwasbeginningtoconfusemeandIhadabadmomenttherebeforeIrealizedthatsofarhissuspicionshadn’talightedonTom.HehaddiscoveredthatMyrtlehadsomesortoflifeapartfromhiminanotherworld,andtheshockhadmadehimphysicallysick.IstaredathimandthenatTom,whohadmadeaparalleldiscoverylessthananhourbefore—anditoccurredtomethattherewasnodifferencebetweenmen,inintelligenceorrace,soprofoundasthedifferencebetweenthesickandthewell.Wilsonwassosickthathelookedguilty,unforgivablyguilty—asifhehadjustgotsomepoorgirlwithchild.
"I’llletyouhavethatcar,"saidTom."I’llsenditoverto-morrowafternoon."
Thatlocalitywasalwaysvaguelydisquieting,eveninthebroadglareofafternoon,andnowIturnedmyheadasthoughIhadbeenwarnedofsomethingbehind.