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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
wad
of
muscle
back
of
his
shoulder
tighten
under
his
coat.
He
walked
quickly
over
to
Wilson
and,
standing
in
front
of
him,
seized
him
firmly
by
the
upper
arms.
“You’ve
got
to
pull
yourself
together,”
he
said
with
soothing
gruffness.
Wilson’s
eyes
fell
upon
Tom;
he
started
up
on
his
tiptoes
and
then
would
have
collapsed
to
his
knees
had
not
Tom
held
him
upright.
“Listen,”
said
Tom,
shaking
him
a
little.
“I
just
got
here
a
minute
ago,
from
New
York.
I
was
bringing
you
that
coupé
we’ve
been
talking
about.
That
yellow
car
I
was
driving
this
afternoon
wasn’t
mine—do
you
hear?
I
haven’t
seen
it
all
afternoon.”
Only
the
negro
and
I
were
near
enough
to
hear
what
he
said,
but
the
policeman
caught
something
in
the
tone
and
looked
over
with
truculent
eyes.
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