Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 9
OneafternoonlateinOctoberIsawTomBuchanan.HewaswalkingaheadofmealongFifthAvenueinhisalert,aggressiveway,hishandsoutalittlefromhisbodyasiftofightoffinterference,hisheadmovingsharplyhereandthere,adaptingitselftohisrestlesseyes.JustasIsloweduptoavoidovertakinghimhestoppedandbeganfrowningintothewindowsofajewelrystore.Suddenlyhesawmeandwalkedback,holdingouthishand.
"What’sthematter,Nick?Doyouobjecttoshakinghandswithme?"
"Yes.YouknowwhatIthinkofyou."
"You’recrazy,Nick,"hesaidquickly."Crazyashell.Idon’tknowwhat’sthematterwithyou."
"Tom,"Iinquired,"whatdidyousaytoWilsonthatafternoon?"Hestaredatmewithoutaword,andIknewIhadguessedrightaboutthosemissinghours.Istartedtoturnaway,buthetookastepaftermeandgrabbedmyarm.
"Itoldhimthetruth,"hesaid."Hecametothedoorwhileweweregettingreadytoleave,andwhenIsentdownwordthatweweren’tinhetriedtoforcehiswayup-stairs.HewascrazyenoughtokillmeifIhadn’ttoldhimwhoownedthecar.Hishandwasonarevolverinhispocketeveryminutehewasinthehouse——"Hebrokeoffdefiantly."WhatifIdidtellhim?Thatfellowhaditcomingtohim.HethrewdustintoyoureyesjustlikehedidinDaisy’s,buthewasatoughone.HeranoverMyrtlelikeyou’drunoveradogandneverevenstoppedhiscar."
TherewasnothingIcouldsay,excepttheoneunutterablefactthatitwasn’ttrue.
