Sardou's Cleopatra — page 37: what you’re looking at

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9° SARDOU'S CLEOPATRA. of one of the Graces of Apelles. Her heavy blue- black hair grew low over the perfect forehead; her nose was as straight and clear cut as that of a cameo, with rose-tinted nostrils, sensitive and palpitating at each emotion like those of an amor- ous tigress ; a delicate flush, like the tint of a rose- leaf, tinged the creamy pallor of her cheeks; her mouth was small, with the upper lip disdainfully arched, but the unbridled passion of her nature blazed in the scarlet, dewy luster of the lower one; a rounded chin, full of force and mastery, terminated worthily her charming profile. But the dominating, resplendent glory of her whole face were her eyes, with the almost straight line of the brows and the long, curling black lashes. Dark and velvety, with tawny reflections, there was in them an indescribable commingling of sensuous languor and passionate fire. Antony bent forward and he involuntarily caught his breath, as one does when suddenly brought into the presence of some masterpiece cf surpassing beauty. With a smile, half soft, half scornful, she raised her lovely eyes to his face; and then on his greedy ears fell the low, musical tones of the en- chantress who was destined to subjugate him: ; 1;€omicbooks.co