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The Serpent of Salammbô
Text Gustave Flaubert Photos Francois Bernadi The moon rose; then the cithara and the flute began to play together. Salammbo unfastened her earrings, her necklace, her bracelets, and her long white simar; she unknotted the band in her hair, shaking the latter for a few minutes softly over her shoulders to cool herself by thus…