The Face of Rosenfeld — page 150: what you’re looking at

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ON et Wiese eget ee ES ILHH FACE OF ROSENFEL. 143 CHAPTER XII. A DREADFUL MISTAKE. HE UNSTEADY figure of the somber Dye went - onalong the snow-covered pavement alone. Miss Maxey no longer followed him. Instead of that she walked boldly up from the area door into the street, ascended the brown-stone steps and pulled the bell. This was the result of her reflections in : the cold and dark. She would see this high-bred ac- = yuaintance of the mysterious man, convince her of the a urgency of the case, threaten her if need be, and learn from her, if she could, who and what he was. It was not without a conscious dread and shrinking that she took the initiative step in this determined pro- ject. She had been rather inclined to consider herself as lacking in executive ability, but none of us exactly = know ourselves until an emergency arises to test us. : a After she had let go the handle which summoned the | 2 servant to the door, she was taken with a fit of trem- a bling and began to consider whether she had better not = run away while there was yet time. The instant the ae servant appeared and she had spoken to her, her courage | 4 returned, the trembling left her; she could not under- a stand what had so frightened her a moment before. a But the sentiment which came to take the place of the bee | dread and the fear was soon changed from that of brav- -s eae ery to surprise and bewilderment. As the house seemed destitute of a door-plate, Miss Maxey had made up her comicbooks.com |