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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: aside. He snatched the cover off and looked at the formless mass
of flesh, hair, and drying mud, where the face of the drowned man
should have been. "Nobody can tell," he added, turning away with
a shudder.
Babalatchi was on his knees wiping the mud from the stiffened
fingers of the outstretched hand. He rose to his feet and
flashed before Almayer's eyes a gold ring set with a large green
stone.
"You know this well," he said. "This never left Dain's hand. I
had to tear the flesh now to get it off. Do you believe now?"
Almayer raised his hands to his head and let them fall listlessly
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