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 1 III | everlasting grief.~He was the high priest of Tanith, and it was he
 2 III |           Carthage,” continued the priest; “and although she is everywhere
 3 III |     repentance; and crushed by the priest’s words, and filled at once
 4 IV  |          depths of the porticoes a priest would sometimes appear,
 5 V   |      opened, and a man appeared, a priest with lofty cap and staring
 6 V   |          of the assassination of a priest. It was thought, moreover,
 7 VI  |         You know, moreover, that a priest of Eschmoun watches those
 8 VII |           for Schahabarim. But the priest of Tanith had alone remained
 9 X   |            her feeling towards the priest was one at once of terror,
10 X   |      always very clear even to the priest.~“The souls of the dead,”
11 X   |           hope of obtaining it the priest devised an enterprise which
12 X   |   exclaimed. “How can I—?”~But the priest, with a smile of disdain
13 X   |        refuses?” she rejoined.~The priest scanned her fixedly with
14 XI  |           to time, in spite of the priest’s command, she turned away
15 XI  |            it, in obedience to the priest’s command.~He stood up on
16 XIII|           one among them, the high priest Schahabarim, ventured to
17 XIII|           it was not this that the priest wished to say.~But just
18 XIII|           had to reply to the high priest: “Yes; be it so.” Then the
19 XIII|            and people recognised a priest of Tanith—the high-priest
20 XIII|    colleges in succession, and the priest, henceforth without a god,
21 XIII|           terror.~At last the high priest of Moloch passed his left
22 XV  |        beard he had the cloak of a priest of Moloch on his shoulder,