The Face of Rosenfeld — page 108: what you’re looking at

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THH FACE OF ROSENPEL. 101 Annette instantly became pale. She spoke in a low voice and with an expression which gave them all a chill at the heart, for at that moment they saw the face which had looked forth from the little bed in the alcove room. Fortunately it was only the expression of an instant. If it had lasted longer Doctor Lamar would certainly have broken up the conference. But it was evidently only the transient result of the shock to a mind which finds itself suddenly brought face to face with a forgotten horror. «< Yes, yes,” she said in ‘ faint voice. ‘‘I remember it now. She wrote to me.” ‘‘ Her name was Hapgood?” continued the physician after a pause. She looked at him a little bewilderingly, and in some degree regained her color. ‘<] am surprised at your knowledge, but of course you know all about it. Why not? You have probably seen my——” She hesitated, and finally said: ‘‘ Mr. Dye.” The physician in his calm manner asked another ques- tion: “‘Ts there any reason why this Mrs. Hapgood should hate you?” — ‘“‘Hateme? Whatadreadfulidea! She was the soul of kindness. I was so little to her, indeed, that I was quite sure she must have forgotten all about me. Ours was only the acquaintance of three days at the Somerset Hotel where my mother took me, and two years have passed since then.” ‘““She is a very old lady,” put in Maxey. ‘‘ Un- doubtedly that is the explanation. She forgot her, at least so much that the name Annette recalled nothing. It is perfectly possible. When you got the letter which 900 COME yy Pas aoe! SS) co