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[Alan Wolfe]

The suggestion was distasteful to Gatsby. Shes been talking about it for ten years. Its a nice yellow one, said Wilson, as he strained at the handle. No, but the car passed me down the road, going fastern forty. Suddenly she threw the cigarette andthe burning match on the carpet.
After amoment she added as if she might have sounded irreverent, Therewasnt any connection. Asa Bird brought him around at the last minute and asked if we had roomfor him.
Did mother get powder on your old yellowyhair?
Before me stretched the portentous menacing road of anew decade.
Gatsby examined the parted string, muttered Hum!
I wanted to get up and slap him on the back.
That yellow car I was driving this afternoon wasnt mine, do you hear?
I had one of those renewalsof complete faith in him that Id experienced before.
Come outside, he suggested to Gatsby, Id like you to have a look atthe place. I dont think anybody saw us but of course I cant be sure.
Her voice is full of money, he said suddenly. Its a nice yellow one, said Wilson, as he strained at the handle. You can buy anything at adrug store nowadays. It was a yellow car, he said, big yellow car. There was a husky tenderness in his tone.
Thats why I been bothering youabout the car.
I dont think he hadever really believed in its existence before. 
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