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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert: filled the soul of Antipas with a vague unrest; he felt an
overwhelming sense of oppression at the sight of the desert, whose
uneven piles of sand suggested crumbling ampitheatres or ruined
palaces. The hot wind brought an odour of sulphur, as if it had rolled
up from cities accursed and buried deeper than the river-bed of the
slow-running Jordan.
These aspects of nature, which seemed to his troubled fancy signs of
the wrath of the gods, terrified him, and he leaned heavily against
the balcony railing, his eyes fixed, his head resting upon his hands.
Presently he felt a light touch upon his shoulder. He turned, and saw
Herodias standing beside him. A purple robe enveloped her, falling to
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