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Wilson's revenge            79
                            The Creat Gatshy
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                                                                          But  Wilson  srood  rhcre  a  long  time,  his face  closc  to  rhe
                                                                        window, staring knowingly into rhc half-light.
                                                                          By  six  o'clock  Michaelis  was  exhausted,  and  very  grateful
                                                                        when anorher neighbor carne to sit with Wilson. Michaelis wenr
                                                                        home  to  slcep,  and  when  he  hurricd back  to  the  garage  four
                                                                        hours latcr, Wilson was gonc.
                                                                          Afterwards  it  wasn't  diffü:ult to discover  whcre  he  went, ar
                                                                        least unril midday. Therc werc boys who saw a man 'acting sort
                                                                        of  crazy', and motorists at whom he starcd oddly from the sidc
                                                                        of  rhe  road.  Then  for  tl1ree  hours  he  di,appearcd  from  vicw.
                                                                        The police supposed that he spent rhar time going from garage
                                                                        to garage,  asking about the yellow cae  But pcrhaps  he had an
                                                                        easier, surcr way oí finding out wha1 he wanred ro know. By half­
                                                                        past two he was in Wesr  Egg,  where he asked someone  the way
                                                                        to Gatsby's house. So by that time he knew Gatsby's name.

                                                                        Ar two o'clock Gatsby pur on his barhing-suit and rold the butler
                                                                        ro bring any phone message to him ar the pool. He took a rubber
                                                                        mattress that his guests had used during the summer, and walked
                                                                        off  among the ycllowing trees toward the pool.
                                                                          No  telcphone messagc  arrived,  bur  rhe  butler  waitcd  for  ir
                                                                        until four o'clock - unril long after  there  was  anyone to  give it
                                                                        to  if  it  carne. l  have an idea that Garsby himself  didn't bclieve
                                                                        it  would come,  and perhaps  he  no  longer cared.  Tf  that  was
                                                                        true,  he  must  have  felr  1hat  he  had  lose  rhe  old  warm  world,
                                                                        and  paid a  high price  for  living too  long  with a single dream.
                                                                        He  must  have looked  up  through  frightening  lcaves  ar  a new
                                                                        world, full of poor ghosts breathing dreams ... like that ashen,
                                                                        fanrastic figure coming slowly toward him rhrough rhe trees.
                                                                          Up  ar  rhe  house,  Gatsby's  driver  hcard  rhc  shots,  but
                Wilson '.s dazed eyes /ooked 011/ of the window at the ash-hea/JS.   :ifterwards  he  only  said he didn't  think  anything  much  about
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