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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 7, Página 59
"You
don't
have
to
tell
me
what
kind
of
car
it
was!
I
know
what
kind
of
car
it
was!"
Watching
Tom,
I
saw
the
muscles
at
the
back
of
his
shoulder
tighten
under
his
coat.
He
walked
quickly
over
to
Wilson
and,
standing
in
front
of
him,
grabbed
him
firmly
by
the
upper
arms.
"You've
got
to
calm
down,"
he
said
with
a
soothing
roughness.
Wilson's
eyes
focused
on
Tom;
he
stood
on
his
tiptoes
and
then
would
have
collapsed
to
his
knees
if
Tom
hadn't
held
him
up.
"Listen,"
said
Tom,
giving
him
a
little
shake.
"I
just
got
here
a
minute
ago
from
New
York.
I
was
bringing
you
that
coupé
we
talked
about.
That
yellow
car
I
drove
this
afternoon
wasn’t
mine—do
you
hear?
I
haven’t
seen
it
all
afternoon."
Only
the
black
man
and
I
were
close
enough
to
hear
what
he
said,
but
the
policeman
caught
something
in
the
tone
and
looked
over
with
suspicious
eyes.
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