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"
What
do
I
owe
you
?
"
demanded
Tom
harshly
.
"
I
just
got
wised
up
to
something
funny
the
last
two
days
,
"
remarked
Wilson
.
"
That
's
why
I
want
to
get
away
.
That
's
why
I
been
bothering
you
about
the
car
.
"
"
What
do
I
owe
you
?
"
"
Dollar
twenty
.
"
The
relentless
beating
heat
was
beginning
to
confuse
me
and
I
had
a
bad
moment
there
before
I
realized
that
so
far
his
suspicions
had
n't
alighted
on
Tom
.
He
had
discovered
that
Myrtle
had
some
sort
of
life
apart
from
him
in
another
world
,
and
the
shock
had
made
him
physically
sick
.
I
stared
at
him
and
then
at
Tom
,
who
had
made
a
parallel
discovery
less
than
an
hour
before
--
and
it
occurred
to
me
that
there
was
no
difference
between
men
,
in
intelligence
or
race
,
so
profound
as
the
difference
between
the
sick
and
the
well
.
Wilson
was
so
sick
that
he
looked
guilty
,
unforgivably
guilty
--
as
if
he
had
just
got
some
poor
girl
with
child
.
"
I
'll
let
you
have
that
car
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
I
'll
send
it
over
to-morrow
afternoon
.
"
That
locality
was
always
vaguely
disquieting
,
even
in
the
broad
glare
of
afternoon
,
and
now
I
turned
my
head
as
though
I
had
been
warned
of
something
behind
.
Over
the
ashheaps
the
giant
eyes
of
Doctor
T.
J.
Eckleburg
kept
their
vigil
,
but
I
perceived
,
after
a
moment
,
that
other
eyes
were
regarding
us
with
peculiar
intensity
from
less
than
twenty
feet
away
.
In
one
of
the
windows
over
the
garage
the
curtains
had
been
moved
aside
a
little
,
and
Myrtle
Wilson
was
peering
down
at
the
car
.
So
engrossed
was
she
that
she
had
no
consciousness
of
being
observed
,
and
one
emotion
after
another
crept
into
her
face
like
objects
into
a
slowly
developing
picture
.
Her
expression
was
curiously
familiar
--
it
was
an
expression
I
had
often
seen
on
women
's
faces
,
but
on
Myrtle
Wilson
's
face
it
seemed
purposeless
and
inexplicable
until
I
realized
that
her
eyes
,
wide
with
jealous
terror
,
were
fixed
not
on
Tom
,
but
on
Jordan
Baker
,
whom
she
took
to
be
his
wife
.
There
is
no
confusion
like
the
confusion
of
a
simple
mind
,
and
as
we
drove
away
Tom
was
feeling
the
hot
whips
of
panic
.
His
wife
and
his
mistress
,
until
an
hour
ago
secure
and
inviolate
,
were
slipping
precipitately
from
his
control
.
Instinct
made
him
step
on
the
accelerator
with
the
double
purpose
of
overtaking
Daisy
and
leaving
Wilson
behind
,
and
we
sped
along
toward
Astoria
at
fifty
miles
an
hour
,
until
,
among
the
spidery
girders
of
the
elevated
,
we
came
in
sight
of
the
easy-going
blue
coupe
.
