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"
Maybe
you
got
some
friend
that
I
could
telephone
for
,
George
?
"
This
was
a
forlorn
hope
--
he
was
almost
sure
that
Wilson
had
no
friend
:
there
was
not
enough
of
him
for
his
wife
.
He
was
glad
a
little
later
when
he
noticed
a
change
in
the
room
,
a
blue
quickening
by
the
window
,
and
realized
that
dawn
was
n't
far
off
.
About
five
o'clock
it
was
blue
enough
outside
to
snap
off
the
light
.
Wilson
's
glazed
eyes
turned
out
to
the
ashheaps
,
where
small
gray
clouds
took
on
fantastic
shape
and
scurried
here
and
there
in
the
faint
dawn
wind
.
"
I
spoke
to
her
,
"
he
muttered
,
after
a
long
silence
.
"
I
told
her
she
might
fool
me
but
she
could
n't
fool
God
.
I
took
her
to
the
window
.
"
--
with
an
effort
he
got
up
and
walked
to
the
rear
window
and
leaned
with
his
face
pressed
against
it
--
--
"
and
I
said
'
God
knows
what
you
've
been
doing
,
everything
you
've
been
doing
.
You
may
fool
me
,
but
you
ca
n't
fool
God
!
'
"
Standing
behind
him
,
Michaelis
saw
with
a
shock
that
he
was
looking
at
the
eyes
of
Doctor
T.
J.
Eckleburg
,
which
had
just
emerged
,
pale
and
enormous
,
from
the
dissolving
night
.
"
God
sees
everything
,
"
repeated
Wilson
.
"
That
's
an
advertisement
,
"
Michaelis
assured
him
.
Something
made
him
turn
away
from
the
window
and
look
back
into
the
room
.
But
Wilson
stood
there
a
long
time
,
his
face
close
to
the
window
pane
,
nodding
into
the
twilight
.
By
six
o'clock
Michaelis
was
worn
out
,
and
grateful
for
the
sound
of
a
car
stopping
outside
.
It
was
one
of
the
watchers
of
the
night
before
who
had
promised
to
come
back
,
so
he
cooked
breakfast
for
three
,
which
he
and
the
other
man
ate
together
.
Wilson
was
quieter
now
,
and
Michaelis
went
home
to
sleep
;
when
he
awoke
four
hours
later
and
hurried
back
to
the
garage
,
Wilson
was
gone
.
His
movements
--
he
was
on
foot
all
the
time
--
were
afterward
traced
to
Port
Roosevelt
and
then
to
Gad
's
Hill
,
where
he
bought
a
sandwich
that
he
did
n't
eat
,
and
a
cup
of
coffee
.
He
must
have
been
tired
and
walking
slowly
,
for
he
did
n't
reach
Gad
's
Hill
until
noon
.
Thus
far
there
was
no
difficulty
in
accounting
for
his
time
--
there
were
boys
who
had
seen
a
man
"
acting
sort
of
crazy
,
"
and
motorists
at
whom
he
stared
oddly
from
the
side
of
the
road
.
Then
for
three
hours
he
disappeared
from
view
.
