The Great Gatsby — Page 155

所以米凯利斯自然想弄清楚发生了什么事，但威尔逊一句话也不说——他反而开始用奇怪的、疑虑重重的目光打量来访者，问他在某些日子的某些时候在做什么。

So naturally Michaelis tried to find out what had happened, but Wilson wouldn't say a word—instead he began to throw curious, suspicious glances at his visitor and ask him what he'd been doing at certain times on certain days.

就在后者开始感到不安的时候，几个工人路过门口，正要去他的餐馆，米凯利斯趁机离开了，打算晚些时候再回来。

Just as the latter was getting uneasy, some workmen came past the door bound for his restaurant, and Michaelis took the opportunity to get away, intending to come back later.

但他没有回来。他想他只是忘了，仅此而已。

But he didn't. He supposed he forgot to, that's all.

当他七点多一点再次出来时，他想起了那段对话，因为他听到威尔逊太太的声音——响亮而愤怒——从楼下的车库里传来。

When he came outside again, a little after seven, he was reminded of the conversation because he heard Mrs. Wilson's voice, loud and scolding, downstairs in the garage.

「打我吧！」他听见她喊道。「把我摔倒在地，打我吧，你这个卑鄙的小懦夫！」

"Beat me!" he heard her cry. "Throw me down and beat me, you dirty little coward!"

片刻之后，她冲进暮色之中，挥舞着双手，大声呼喊——在他来不及从门口移步之前，一切就已结束。

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.

报纸所称的「死亡之车」并没有停下来；它从聚拢的黑暗中驶出，悲剧性地摇摆了一瞬，随即在下一个弯道处消失不见。

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.

马夫罗·米凯利斯甚至不确定那辆车的颜色——他告诉第一个赶到的警察，说那辆车是浅绿色的。

Mavro Michaelis wasn't even sure of its colour—he told the first policeman that it was light green.

另一辆车，那辆驶向纽约的车，停在了一百码开外，司机急忙跑回到默特尔·威尔逊倒下的地方——她的生命已被骤然扑灭，她跪倒在路上，浓稠的暗红色血液与尘土混融在一起。

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.