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“Beat me! Throw me down and beat me, you dirty little coward!”
George had locked Myrtle in the room which both George and Myrtle were arguing
A moment later she rushed out into the dusk, waving her hands and shouting; before he could move from his door the business was over.
"Wreck". "That’s good. Wilson’ll have a little business at last."
The ‘death car’ as the newspapers called it, didn’t stop; it came out of the gathering darkness, wavered tragically for a moment and then disappeared around the next bend.
‘O, my Ga-od! O, my Ga-od! Oh, Ga-od! Oh, my Ga-od!’
“the son of a bitch didn’t even stop.”
Michaelis wasn’t even sure of its color—he told the first policeman that it was light green. The other car, the one going toward New York, came to rest a hundred yards beyond,
By the time Tom, Nick, and Daisy drove down her street three or four cars were crowded around where she lay. Tom said there seems to have been an accident
George was struggling to talk to an officer and Tom headed over to find out what happened. He finally said that a car hit her and she was killed instantly.
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