The Face of Rosenfeld — page 12: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE FACE OF ROSENFEL, CHAPTER I. THE PATLENT. FIXED and changeless expression! A single sen- timent in the dark eyes, turning restlessly from one serious face to the other! A single sentiment in the timid trembling of the pale lips; in the expression of the delicate nostrils; in the nervous contraction of the brows that accompany it! For a mind which betrays itself in a countenance such as this, all the possibilities of existence, all that remains of life and happiness, can be summed up in one terrible word—fear. Henceforth this was all that the infinite world of thought and all the endless pleasure of being could mean to this poor creature. In the midst of the sunshine, the free air, the song of the birds, the whisper of lovers, the voices of friendship, she must continue to live on, as unconscious of them all as if her life had been narrowed down to the darkest dungeon of an inquisition. To deprive a face that beams with intelligence and beauty of the one light that makes it priceless; to blot out in the twinkling of an eye that unmeasured universe that exists in the brain of an individual, and leave in its place a solitary candle like this glimmering in the s ,- -« - . 7 we = > - | - ee een ‘9 omen Gye ey PP vr aa ae og ak te oy ~ ~~ a Ae Sine eck wisn, > «: att i ; BREE oe ot a eee RR CE s : : 5 2 : - * es 5 ee ey <a ets Ae SF ee =~ rey _s © —_ -- + ty 28 ‘ ante tity >. A ey sas of a Ue Nee ot Cn - tie fi ee Ad eT A - or ra. wo” ae ee Ady oy | Z nels a : ee SENG Zz IS LF RA - i f y Tat oy, >> hoo wa hy > is AI iSite AY