Cleopatra's little hand rested on Charmian's arm, as, with a haughty carriage of the head, she moved towards the shore.

A thick veil covered her face, and a large, dark cloak concealed her figure.

How elastic her step was still! how proud yet graceful was the gesture with which she waved a greeting to Mardion and Zeno.
Extending her hand to raise Iras, who had sunk prostrate before her, she kissed her on the forehead, whispering, "The children ?" "All is well with them," replied the girl.
Then the returning sovereign greeted the others with a gracious gesture, but vouchsafed a word to no one until the eunuch stepped before her to deliver his address of welcome.

She motioned him aside with a curt "Later"; and when Zeno held open the door of the litter, she said in a stifled tone: "I will walk.

After the rocking of the galley in this tempest, I feel reluctant to enter the litter.