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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 7, Página 27
“What
do
I
owe
you?”
“Dollar
twenty.”
The
relentless
heat
was
starting
to
confuse
me,
and
I
felt
uneasy
until
I
realized
that,
so
far,
his
suspicions
hadn’t
focused
on
Tom.
He
had
found
out
that
Myrtle
had
a
life
separate
from
him,
and
the
shock
made
him
physically
ill.
I
looked
at
him
and
then
at
Tom,
who
had
discovered
something
similar
less
than
an
hour
ago.
It
struck
me
that
no
difference
between
men,
in
intelligence
or
race,
was
as
profound
as
the
difference
between
the
sick
and
the
well.
Wilson
was
so
sick
he
appeared
guilty,
unforgivably
guilty—as
if
he
had
just
gotten
some
poor
girl
pregnant.
“I’ll
let
you
have
that
car,”
said
Tom.
“I’ll
send
it
over
tomorrow
afternoon.”
That
area
always
felt
unsettling,
even
in
the
bright
afternoon,
and
I
turned
my
head
as
if
something
behind
me
had
warned
me.
Over
the
ash-heaps,
the
giant
eyes
of
Doctor
T.
J.
Eckleburg
watched,
but
I
noticed,
after
a
moment,
that
other
eyes
were
watching
us
with
unusual
intensity
from
less
than
twenty
feet
away.
In
one
of
the
windows
above
the
garage,
the
curtains
had
been
moved
slightly,
and
Myrtle
Wilson
was
looking
down
at
the
car.
She
was
so
absorbed
that
she
didn’t
realize
she
was
being
watched,
and
various
emotions
crossed
her
face
like
images
in
a
developing
photograph.
Her
expression
was
strangely
familiar—it
was
one
I
had
seen
on
women’s
faces
before,
but
on
Myrtle’s
face,
it
seemed
purposeless
and
confusing
until
I
realized
that
her
eyes,
wide
with
jealous
fear,
were
fixed
not
on
Tom,
but
on
Jordan
Baker,
whom
she
believed
to
be
his
wife.
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