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Again rich perfumes were wafted around the theatre; the attendants sprinkled fresh sand over the arena.
"Bring forth the lion and Glaucus the Athenian," said the ædile.
And a deep and breathless hush of overwrought interest and intense (yet strange to say not unpleasing) terror lay like a mighty and awful dream over the assembly.
The door swung gratingly back--the gleam of spears shot along the wall.
"Glaucus the Athenian, thy time has come," said a loud and clear voice; "the lion awaits thee."
"I am ready," said the Athenian. "Brother and co-mate, one last embrace! Bless me--and farewell!"
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We cannot resist here recalling one Sunday evening in December, when he was walking with two friends along the Dean road, to the west of Edinburgh,--one of the noblest outlets to any city. It was a lovely evening,--such a sunset as one never forgets: a rich dark bar of cloud hovered over the sun, going down behind the Highland hills, lying bathed in amethystine bloom; between this cloud and the hills there was a narrow slip of the pure ether, of a tender cowslip color, lucid, and as if it were the very body of heaven in its clearness; every object standing out as if etched upon the sky.
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Library of the World's Best Literature…

If the literary critic never finds occasion to put off the shoes from his feet as in the sacred presence of genius, he is constantly moved to recognize with a friendly nod the presence of sterling talent. He is even inclined to think that nobody else ever had so much talent as this little red-haired, blue-eyed, high-nosed, dandified Edward Bulwer; the mere mass of it lifts him at times to the levels where genius dwells, though he never quite shares their nectar and ambrosia.
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