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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 41 ereat care he selected one, and then closed and locked the door. “T will do what I can,” he said, slowly. “This is a powerful antidote, which has saved more than one victim, but whether it will have its effect in this case I cannot say.” As he spoke, a slender ray of light pierced through the low-barred window. Iras uttered a cry of alarm. “Look! Itis dawn! ‘The hour has come!” Serapion took her hand. “Come!” he said. He led her down the long corridor. At the end was a heavy door, which he pushed open, and be- fore them appeared the interior of the Temple of Isis, with its lofty columns, covered with strange devices and inscriptions, its pavement of mosaic and its walls and dome stained in brilliant colors. At one end was the shrine of Isis, with the effigy of the Holy Mother herself. ‘The shadows of the night still lay heavy within the temple, but Iras’ sharp young eyes soon perceived through the gloom the figure of a slender young man, who was standing with clasped hands before the gudes Panne. “ / Eomicbooks (E(0) m