Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 8
Anewworld,materialwithoutbeingreal,wherepoorghosts,breathingdreamslikeair,driftedfortuitouslyabout...likethatashen,fantasticfigureglidingtowardhimthroughtheamorphoustrees.
Thechauffeur—hewasoneofWolfsheim’sproteges—heardtheshots—afterwardhecouldonlysaythathehadn’tthoughtanythingmuchaboutthem.IdrovefromthestationdirectlytoGatsby’shouseandmyrushinganxiouslyupthefrontstepswasthefirstthingthatalarmedanyone.Buttheyknewthen,Ifirmlybelieve.Withscarcelyawordsaid,fourofus,thechauffeur,butler,gardener,andI,hurrieddowntothepool.
Therewasafaint,barelyperceptiblemovementofthewaterasthefreshflowfromoneendurgeditswaytowardthedrainattheotherwithlittleripplesthatwerehardlytheshadowsofwaves,theladenmattressmovedirregularlydownthepool.Asmallgustofwindthatscarcelycorrugatedthesurfacewasenoughtodisturbitsaccidentalcoursewithitsaccidentalburden.Thetouchofaclusterofleavesrevolveditslowly,tracing,likethelegofcompass,athinredcircleinthewater.
ItwasafterwestartedwithGatsbytowardthehousethatthegardenersawWilson’sbodyalittlewayoffinthegrass,andtheholocaustwascomplete.
