Sardou's Cleopatra — page 133: what you’re looking at

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118 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. the arrow. Since the day of her interview with the Greek, Diomedes had not been seen, but the queen, tortured by anxiety as she was, gave but slight thought to his disappearance, and certainly did not connect it in any way with Pharon’s par- tial revelation. Her brain, her heart was filled with Antony. Her eyes saw nought of the landscape outspread before them, but, as in a mirage, there seemed to rise before her a vision of the man who had grown to be all the world to her, whom she loved with all the ardor of her fiery nature. The love. she gave him was not all virgin, true, it had in it an alloy of baser metal, but what it lacked in pur- ity, it atoned for by its strength and unwavering constancy. She was his and his alone, heart, body, and soul. She fancied she saw once more Antony’s handsome face, with its deep, passion- fraught eyes looking into hers as they had done so often during those days of wild revelry after she had borne him away, a willing prisoner, from Tarsus. She fancied that he stood there before her with arms outstretched ready to clasp her in close embrace. Overpowered by the picture which her imagin- ation had conjured up, she half started from the Eomicbooks.c