Sardou's Cleopatra — page 252: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 237 CHAPTER XVII. ALL IS LOST! ‘It is the hour just before the dawn, the second day after the ceremonies in the temple. ‘The city is asleep and the shadows lay dark in the gardens of the palace of the Ptolemies. Early as it is, a man is pacing to and fro under the colonades. Now and then he glances impatiently up at the dark walls of the palace. At last what he has been watching for appears. A door opens, and a young girl comes out upon the platform. Down the steps she hastens, and peers into the garden. ‘Then, seeing the man, she utters a low cry, and hurries toward him. “Pharon! Pharon! Is it really you?” “My faithful Iras. I knew that you would come, undeserving as I am of a single thought.” “No, say not that, Pharon. I will not pretend to misunderstand you. We are not masters of our hearts. Else would you not love the queen, nor I you.” | = Gomicbooks (E(@)