The Face of Rosenfeld — page 107: what you’re looking at

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100 THE FACE OF ROSENFEL. smile on her parted lips, enjoying the boundless pros- pect. Maxey gazed upon her with undisguised admira- tion. «You are looking so much better to-day, Miss Dye,” he said in a burst of enthusiasm. “‘T am glad to hear that,” she replied, with a look of pleasure. ‘‘It makes me begin to hope that the time is not far away when I shall be strong and able to go to work at something and in some faint way repay you all for your great kindness.” She glanced furtively at Maxey’s sketch. The artist observed the look. ‘You like art?” ‘‘In my poor way, yes; but I know so little about it. They were foolish enough once to fancy I had a talent for drawing. I learned what I could from books. A good lady who had been visiting my mother noticed some’ little sketches I had made, and she was so pleased with them that she promised to give me lessons. She was very kind, was she not? Perhaps I might have learned to make a pleasing picture, but I lost her as I lost every friend I ever had.” A painful expression drove away all at once the bright- ness and animation in Annette’s countenance. She turned her head to hide her tears. ‘his little scene filled Maxey with consternation, and even the loyal Ellen felt a momentary suspicion. The doctor alone remained perfectly calm. He spoke, and his rich, strong voice had +a consolation for all three of his hearers: “¢ But this same lady afterward wrote you a soe, did. she not?” ‘© A letter? No, sir.” ‘Very recently, { mean!”