Sardou's Cleopatra — page 116: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 101 her head, and the long dark lashes shading the perfect oval of her cheek. What had he done that the gods should thus scourge him? ‘To love a queen! It was as if one should love the moon. And yet, he remembered with a thrill that even as that fair luminary had once lent to Endymion, so had Cleopatra for one short hour been his. He had lived. For the last time he gazed upon — that face with its fatal fascination, and now for the journey across the Styx and the darkness of Hrebus. Poor, vain fool! ‘Too long has he lingered For suddenly, without warning, the heavy eye- lids are raised and those marvelous eyes are look- ing straight into his. Spellbound, he could not move, and for a mo- ment there was: the stillness of death in the chamber. Then, with a low, muffled cry of unutterable horror, Cleopatra flung out her arms as if to shut out some horrible vision. “You! You!’ she gasped, with ashen lips. “What has forced you to quit the dark abyss ?” Pharon sank on his knees beside the couch, scarce knowing nor caring what he did. “Queen!” he murmured. With a bound, she shrank away from him, = }; “comicbooks 3.