Sardou's Cleopatra — page 183: what you’re looking at

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anes SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. change. He seemed perplexed and alarmed. The other woman hastened to the side of the first, and threw her arm about her. ‘What is the matter?” asked Octavia. “Is she wl?” “Yes,” said the blue-eyed girl, hurriedly. “She is a young slave, who has just arrived from Athens. The voyage has been a severe one, and——” “Poor thing! said Octavia, kindly, approach- ing nearer. “Perhaps I may be of some service. What is your name ?” Thus addressed, the woman shrank closer to the man, and pulled her vail still more tightly about her face. At the same time the other -stepped in between, as if to shield her. “She is ill and suffering,” she said. ‘Far from her family, for the first time, all is strange and terrifying to her.” In spite of herself, Octavia felt a strong interest in the stranger, whose face she could not see. “Come to me to-night,” she said, “at the villa above on the promontory. If liberty would restore her health, I would purchase her and set her free.” | Then, with one long glance at the shrouded (ele) cCOomIcbDoOOoKs