Sardou's Cleopatra — page 123: what you’re looking at

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108 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. streaming crimson clouds that seemed like the flaming manes of the fleet steeds of Apollo, and lordly Memphis, with its temples and palaces, was bathed in a warm light. Through the streets hurried Pharon in the direction of the Temple of Isis, where he was to meet Diomedes and give him an account of his mission. He held his mantle well before his face, as if to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun- set, but in reality lest he should meet some one who would recognize him. In the outer court of the temple he found Diomedes awaiting him. The crafty courtier at once eagerly accosted him. “Well,” he asked, ‘‘did you succeed ?” The face of the young Greek grew hard, and in his eyes was a dangerous light. “Yes,” he answered. “I succeeded both on your behalf and my own. We are quits.” “Did Cleopatra read the message ?” “Yes. But I have an account to settle with There was something so stern in the tone that ‘Diomedes started. ~ What do you mean ?” he faltered, t Ecomicbooks.co