The great Gatsby
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- The “death car.” as the newspapers called it, didn’t stop; it came out of the gathering darkness, wavered tragically for a moment, and then disappeared around the next bend.
- He slowed down, but still without any intention of stopping, until, as we came nearer, the hushed, intent faces of the people at the garage door made him automatically put on the brakes.
- We saw the three or four automobiles and the crowd when we were still some distance away.
- “We’ll take a look,” he said doubtfully, “just a look.”
- “Wreck!” said Tom. “That’s good. Wilson’ll have a little busi- ness at last.”
- The circle closed up again with a running murmur of expostulation.
- Then he made a harsh soundin his throat, and with a violent thrusting movement of hispowerful arms pushed his way through.
- I became aware now of a hollow, wailing sound which issued incessantly from the garage, a sound which as we got out of the coupe and walked toward the door resolved itself into the words “Oh, my God!”
- Myrtle Wilson’s body, wrapped in a blanket, and then in an- other blanket, as though she suffered from a chill in the hot night, lay on a work-table by the wall.
- “There’s some bad trouble here,” said Tom excitedly.
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