Sardou's Cleopatra — page 175: what you’re looking at

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160 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. ing pathway which led from the promontory to the seashore below. A woman, young and richly dressed, was slowly ascending the path. She was alone; no attendants of any sort accompanied her, but close to the shore lay a magnificently decor- ated boat, from which she had evidently just landed. “Do my old eyes deceive me?” exclaimed Ven- tidius, excitedly, “‘or is not that the noble Octavia, our general’s wife ?” Eros shaded his eyes with his hand from the rays of the hot August sun. “You are right,” he said, “it is indeed she. She is a brave woman to come thus unattended into the camp of the enemy.” “The camp of the enemy !” repeated Ventidins indignantly. ‘She would not thank you, Eros, for that speech. Enemies we are to Cesar, but there is no man here who is an enemy to Octavia. The gods be praised that she has come! Her in- fluence may effect what ours has been unable to accomplish,”’ And down the path the old soldier hurried to meet the approaching figure. As Octavia saw the scarred visage of the man _ she knew to be her husband’s friend, and whose (Elo) comicbooks