ONE:He sat down cross-legged on the ground, facing her. "I've got plenty of time, my dear woman. I can stop here all day if you can, you know," he assured her. Afterward he made a painting of her as she had sat there, in among the rocks and the scrub growth, aged, bent, malevolent, and in garments that were picturesque because they were rags. He called it the Sibyl of the Sierra Madre. And, like the Trojan, he plied her with[Pg 240] questionsnot of the future, but of the past. "Well," he said, "are you going to answer me?"Now for a race, Larry muttered, almost automatically moving the throttle wider as he prepared to alter their course.
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