Sardou's Cleopatra — page 61: what you’re looking at

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45 SARDOU'S CLEOPATRA. ‘Serapion cast one look at the white face of the slave. “It 1s too late, I fear,” he said. “No! No!’ He breathes still.” Serapion handed to his niece the vial he had taken from his room. “Let him inhale it.” Iras lifted Pharon’s head, and resting it in her lap, held the vial close to his nostrils. Scarcely daring to breathe, she watched for some sign of returning life. After some minutes, which were along agony to the poor girl, the color slowly came back to the pale cheeks, and a long, shiver- ing sigh issued from his lips. Serapion bent over, and scrutinized him closely. “The man is saved!” he said, at last. “I will -answer for him now.” Iras uttered an exclamation of rapturous relief, and her happy tears fell upon the face in her lap. “He will need careful nursing,” continued Se- rapion. “Can you help me tocarry him? He -mmust not remain here.” “Can I?” she answered bravely, tools up with wet lashes. “I will.” . ’ Serapion, in his youth, had been a man of pow- erful muscles, and he still retained much of his GComicbooks:co