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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 7, Página 61
Someone
who
had
been
driving
a
little
behind
us
confirmed
this,
and
the
policeman
turned
away.
“Now,
if
you’ll
let
me
have
that
name
again
correct—”
Picking
up
Wilson
like
a
doll,
Tom
carried
him
into
the
office,
set
him
down
in
a
chair,
and
came
back.
“If
somebody’ll
come
here
and
sit
with
him,”
he
snapped
authoritatively.
He
watched
while
the
two
men
standing
closest
glanced
at
each
other
and
went
unwillingly
into
the
room.
Then
Tom
shut
the
door
on
them
and
came
down
the
single
step,
his
eyes
avoiding
the
table.
As
he
passed
close
to
me
he
whispered:
“Let’s
get
out.”
Self-consciously,
with
his
authoritative
arms
breaking
the
way,
we
pushed
through
the
still
gathering
crowd,
passing
a
hurried
doctor,
case
in
hand,
who
had
been
sent
for
in
wild
hope
half
an
hour
ago.
Tom
drove
slowly
until
we
were
beyond
the
bend—then
his
foot
came
down
hard,
and
the
coupé
raced
along
through
the
night.
In
a
little
while
I
heard
a
low
husky
sob,
and
saw
that
the
tears
were
overflowing
down
his
face.
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