Chapter 25 AND STARTS OFF

Achilles came to the door of the shop and looked out. A car had driven up to the sidewalk-a rough, racing machine with open sides and big wheels-and the driver, a big man in a white cap and rough linen suit, was beckoning to him with his hand. Achilles stepped across the walk, and stood by the machine with quiet, waiting face.

The man looked him

            
            

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