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.
Beste autoa, New York aldera zihoana, ehun bat yarda haruntzago geratu zen, eta haren gidaria presaka etorri zen Myrtle Wilson, gogorki kolpatuta bizia ia galdurik, bidean belaunikatuta zegoen lekurantz, non bere odol beltz lodia hautsarekin nahasten baitzen.