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"Lord," said Chilo, "the sea is like olive oil, the waves seem to sleep. Let us go to Achaea. There the glory of Apollo is awaiting thee, crowns and triumph are awaiting thee, the people will deify thee, the gods will receive thee as a guest, their own equal; but here, O lord -- "
And he stopped, for his lower lip began to quiver so violently that his words passed into meaningless sounds.