1 She looked at Myrtle and then at Tom.
2 "Well, I married him," said Myrtle, ambiguously.
3 Myrtle'll be hurt if you don't come up to the apartment.
4 Myrtle raised her eyebrows in despair at the shiftlessness of the lower orders.
5 It came from Myrtle who had overheard the question and it was violent and obscene.
6 "Ask Myrtle," said Tom, breaking into a short shout of laughter as Mrs. Wilson entered with a tray.
7 Myrtle pulled her chair close to mine, and suddenly her warm breath poured over me the story of her first meeting with Tom.
8 He had discovered that Myrtle had some sort of life apart from him in another world and the shock had made him physically sick.
9 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.
10 Myrtle Wilson's body wrapped in a blanket and then in another blanket as though she suffered from a chill in the hot night lay on a work table by the wall and Tom, with his back to us, was bending over it, motionless.
11 The other car, the one going toward New York, came to rest a hundred yards beyond, and its driver hurried back to where Myrtle Wilson, her life violently extinguished, knelt in the road and mingled her thick, dark blood with the dust.
12 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.
13 I suppose there'd be a curious crowd around there all day with little boys searching for dark spots in the dust and some garrulous man telling over and over what had happened until it became less and less real even to him and he could tell it no longer and Myrtle Wilson's tragic achievement was forgotten.