The Face of Rosenfeld — page 116: what you’re looking at

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THE FACE OF ROSENFEL. 109 wished, and there she died, with her head turned, listen- ing for the step on the stair. When he came he found us both unconscious on the bed. Alas! mine was an un- consciousness that knew an awakening. I almost hated him for awaking me. Oh! how like a horrid dream it _seems—this, that was only a few weeks ago!” There were no longer tears in her eyes. Those dark orbs burned with a light that the physician did not like to see in them. ‘* Let us forget all this, my dear young lady,” he said. ‘‘ What happened after that?” | ‘¢ After that was the little funeral attended by only us two. Wesatin the carriage that followed her to the grave, strangers, as we had heen all our lives long.” ‘<The brute!” cried Miss Maxey. “You wrong him,” said Annette, quickly. ‘‘ He was not heartless. I never in all my life heard him speak a savage word to her. And in the carriage his grief was terrible to see! I never saw a man weep before. It frightened me. I tried to say something to console him. He silenced me with a terrible oath—the only time he ever spoke like that to me. Oh, Mr. Dye is a strange man! He seems always to be brooding over some ter- rible wrong. - I have sometimes even wondered whether his mind was not unsettled. ‘That was what made my life so unbearable. It was enough to feel the desolation of my mother’s death, but to have him always absent, or sitting in the same room, without a word, without a look for me, that was terrible! And still we moved about. J could not bear to remain shut up all the time, and one night despair gave me courage to throw myself upon his mercy, to tell him my unhappiness and to beg him for a release. I thought if he could allow me to go “Comic 200K: