The Face of Rosenfeld — page 17: what you’re looking at

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10 THE FACH OF ROSENFEL. “‘T am afraid, Lamar,” he said, “‘ you read too much Herbert Spencer, and are inclined to ignore us Seige fellows.” The younger man shrugged his shoulders at this mild sarcasm, and he answered without the least show of sen- sitiveness: ‘‘ At any rate, you ould not object to trying an ex- periment with me?” ‘« Certainly not.” ‘“Very well. Let us conceal ourselves. I believe that our presence irritates her.” The younger man arose from the chair in which he had been sitting and went into the larger room. ‘The eray-haired physician followed him. ‘They retired into the farthest corner and concealed themselves from the patient’s view behind a curtained bed, where, by slightly disarranging the drapery, they could easily watch her. Hither because their departure had startled her or be- cause the mysterious forces at work in her disorganized intellect happened to manifest themselves at that mo- ment, she had uttered as they moved that strange, faint, inarticulate cry, which was so terrible to the good people who took care of her. The two physicians simply noted it as a curious fact. After they had disappeared from the range of her Vis- ion the girl sat for a long time without any apparent change, save that in leu of scanning the faces of the physicians, her eyes looked with the same dreadful fear — into the fire in the open grate. Over and over again, with a persistent monotony that of itself was enough to make the sympathetic observer shudder, this embodiment in motion of the unnatural and unvarying condition of the shattered mind, this alternate clasping and unclasping com icbe 200