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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 7, Página 53
"Beat
me!"
she
yelled.
"Throw
me
down
and
beat
me,
you
coward!"
A
moment
later,
she
ran
out
into
the
dusk,
waving
her
hands
and
shouting—before
he
could
move
from
his
door,
it
was
over.
The
"death
car,"
as
the
newspapers
called
it,
didn’t
stop.
It
came
out
of
the
darkness,
wavered
for
a
moment,
and
then
disappeared
around
the
bend.
Michaelis
wasn’t
even
sure
of
its
color—he
told
the
first
policeman
it
was
light
green.
The
other
car,
going
toward
New
York,
stopped
a
hundred
yards
ahead,
and
its
driver
hurried
back
to
where
Myrtle
Wilson
lay
in
the
road,
her
life
gone,
her
dark
blood
mixing
with
the
dust.
Michaelis
and
this
man
reached
her
first,
but
when
they
opened
her
shirt,
still
damp
with
sweat,
they
saw
her
left
breast
hanging
loose,
and
there
was
no
need
to
check
for
a
heartbeat.
Her
mouth
was
open
and
torn
at
the
corners,
as
if
she
had
struggled
to
give
up
the
life
she
had
held
so
long.
We
saw
three
or
four
cars
and
a
crowd
when
we
were
still
far
away.
"Wreck!"
said
Tom.
"That’s
good.
Wilson
will
finally
have
some
business."
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