Sardou's Cleopatra — page 75: what you’re looking at

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60 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA, — CHAPTER V. ‘GO, MY HERO! SAVE ROME! Cleopatra’s face grew dark with anger and fore- boding. She, too, arose, and with an imperious gesture demanded, angrily: “What means this unseemly intrusion into our presence ?”’ The younger man, Eros, whose cheeks were still smooth and fair as a girl’s, blushed and cast down his eyes before the flashing glance of the indignant queen. But the hardened old war- horse, Ventidius, answered, boldly: “T come with grave news to my master. Ful- via, his wife, is dead.” “What!” exclaimed Antony, descending to his lieutenant’s side. “‘Fulvia!” “Dead, my lord.” Cleopatra sank back upon the couch, trembling like an aspen. What direful results would this news bring about? Eagerly, fearfully, she lis- comicboo CS::CO