Sardou's Cleopatra — page 229: what you’re looking at

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214 SARDOUW'S CLEOPATHA. pointed to where, low on the horizon, lay a nar- row dark streak. | “Look, there,” he said. “I have not been de- ceived. ‘The storm is brewing. Before nightfall it will be upon them.” “Tf your words prove true, by Horus, you shall _be owner of more wealth than your old heart ever dreamt of, even in its youthful days when it beat high with hope. I fear not the army of Ceesar. It is his ships that strike terror to my soul.” And she repeated unconsciously Antony’s ever- recurring cry of despair: “Oh! Actium! Actium!” As her eyes wander vaguely over the garden below, suddenly she sees a figure, in a long, dark cloak, appear from behind a clump of flowering bushes close to the entrance of the temple. It was only for a moment, and then it vanished again. What was there in this shrouded figure to cause the queen’s heart to leap in her bosom, and the blood to rush in crimson torrents to her pale cheek? ‘The eyes of love are keen, however, and in that fleeting vision she had recognized, or fancied that she recognized the man on whom all her thoughts were fixed. But, in another instant, Eomicbooks.co