Sardou's Cleopatra — page 88: what you’re looking at

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SARDO U's CLEOPATRA. (3 ' forehead such a kiss as a brother eee have given a sister. Without a word, she turned and hurriedly left the cell, leaving him alone. Throwing himself down upon the pallet bed, he gave himself up to his thoughts. What remained to him in life? ‘To-morrow he would return to Greece, where his boyhood had been passed, but not to find there the peace of his early days. Who could know peace again, after once having loved that pearl among women? Away from the sun- light of her smile, all would be dark as the shades of Erebus. Why had he been brought back to this earth to long unceasingly for the unattain- able? And yet it was her wish. She had relented. To be even the object of her pity was something. If it was her wish that he should live, what was he that he should dare to oppose it? And yet how much better it would have been for him if he had been left to die? Hewas young yet, and be- fore him stretched an endless vista of sorrowful years. He closed his eyes, as if to shut out the vision of what was before him. When he opened them again he started from his couch with an exclama- tion of mingled bewilderment andalarm. At his “SiG EOmMmiIcboo 5