The Face of Rosenfeld — page 209: what you’re looking at

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

4 * Se . —_ s 202 THE FACH OF ROSHNFETL. was the face of a man of strong character. It was the embodiment of relentlessness and determination. It was not that. It spoke volumes for the mental strength, but never a word for tenderness or veneration. It was an utterly unscrupulous face. It was not that. The eyes glared. ‘The lips parted as if the breath came too quickly for the nostrils alone. Ah, that was it! The expression! No man ever sat for his portrait with his features cast in a mold such as this. ‘This made the novelty and the strange- ness. It was such a look as the human face sometimes, © in great emergencies, in a time of high pulse and ex- citement wears, for a fleeting instant. Nowhere ont- side of a mad-house could it become fixed and change- less. Yes, that was it, indeed. ‘The perpetuation of the expression of a moment, like the work of instantaneous photography, with all the latent power and sense of breathlessness that such a fact involves. The brows were contracted into a deep scowl. The thin lips seemed almost to quiver, and with its staring eyes and changeless look, in the glare of the gaslight, this fearful countenance seemed to float on through space. The sound of music came from the other room. Miss Maxey was singing the ‘‘ Ave Maria.” Doctor Lamar felt himself safe from interruption. An odd fancy, suggested perhaps, bv the peculiar character of the subject, came to him. He reached up and turned off the gas jets, one by one, till but a single light remained. He reduced this until it was the feeblest spark, and stepped back to see the effect. There was a fire in the open grate, The light of the