Sardou's Cleopatra — page 234: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. | 219 gaze rested upon the surpassing grace and loveli- ness of that most royal woman. Timidly she raised the lids with their curling lashes and flashed upon him the midnight glory of her eyes. -In spite of himself, something of his wrath passed away and a great yearning took its place. “Forgive! Forgive!’ she murmured. “Let my dear lord remove his anger from his hand- maiden.” “No,” replied Antony, his voice coming hoarse through his unsteady lips, “I wish to hate youin | expiation of my crime.” The color flushed warm upon the delicate oval of her cheek, but she still kept fixed upon him the tender pleading of her gaze. “I am guilty, alas, yes. Be just and curse me, if you will. But, permit me at least to weep ) at your side. Actium At this unfortunate word, all Antony’s anger burst into flame again. “You, woman,” he interrupted violently, “you _have filched from me my honor. I was great; you have made me vile, infamous, miserable! ‘To betray me for Cesar! that hated rival!” (E(0) EOomIchooks =