The Face of Rosenfeld — page 31: what you’re looking at

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Pees THE FACE OF ROSENFEL. impression like nothing one could name. It did not seem to be‘a human cry. It did not seem like the utter- ance of a dumb animal—a sound that was neither a moan of pain nor a cry of supplication, but akin to both. Miss Maxey hid her face in her brother’s breast and tried to shut it out. ‘«< Will the doctor never come 9? | A soft ray of light shot out from the midst of the flush in the east and sent a glimmering path-way down across the sea. ‘They would have light enough anon. The moon was rising. ‘Then came the sound of voices and footsteps hurrying up the road, and here were Doc- tor Lamar and two strangers with ropes and lanterns. Miss Maxey stepped back several paces from the little knot of men who now gathered upon the edge of the bluff. She saw them holding a consultation and making calculations. One of them laid down near the treacher- ous, ice-clad edge of the bluff flat. on his face, and crawled to the very verge, so that he might look over. A lantern on the end of a rope was then let down. After a few minutes it was drawn up. ‘The man arose. An- other, the smallest of the group, now submitted himself to be made securely fast to the end of the line, and was lowered over the edge. ‘l'wo of the men at the rope stood on the other side of the wall, with their feet braced against it. ‘I'he third stood as near the edge of the cliff as he dared and eased the line over the rocks. He lis- tened for the voice of the man at the end of the rope and repeated his instructions to the men on ine other side of ‘the wall. ‘¢ Lower! Lower! A little more! Steady! Hold ‘fast! Now, pull! Steady! Pull! Once more! Now, again! Stop!”