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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert: were blended together in a bluish haze; not a sound was to be heard,
and an unspeakable depression weighed in the air.
Salammbo crouched down upon the onyx step on the edge of the basin;
she raised her ample sleeves, fastening them behind her shoulders, and
began her ablutions in methodical fashion, according to the sacred
rites.
Next Taanach brought her something liquid and coagulated in an
alabaster phial; it was the blood of a black dog slaughtered by barren
women on a winter's night amid the rubbish of a sepulchre. She rubbed
it upon her ears, her heels, and the thumb of her right hand, and even
her nail remained somewhat red, as if she had crushed a fruit.
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