The Face of Rosenfeld — page 61: what you’re looking at

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4. THH FACH OF ROSHENFEL. stared at the pale face on the bed in the alcove room, at the swollen features behind the torn drapery, at the pro- fessionally anxious visage of the nurse who was moving about between the two. He looked at the doors, at the windows, at the chimney-place. He stepped from the corner where he had been talking with Maxey to the center-table and began, very carefully, to put his surgi- cal instruments back into the case from which he had lately removed them. When he had completed this task, he closed the box with a sudden snap, and turning to the artist, with the positive energy of a man who has thoroughly made up his mind, said: ‘¢ Maxey, you are crazy!’ His emphatic manner aroused the young man from his stupor. From the moment when he heard the key fall from its place on the inside of the door as he tried to open it everything had seemed to him like the illogi- cal, haphazard happenings of a dream. If he had acted with promptness and vigor in the emergency he had done so mechanically, in a sort of instinctive fashion, without reflection. After assistance had arrived and the immediate excitement was over, he went about in a daze. The physician’s sharp tone made him start. He lifted his eyesfrom the floor, unclasped his hands, which had been folded behind his back, and passed his palm over his throbbing forehead. ‘“T believe you are more than half right,” he mur- mured. ‘‘'The blow was so sudden and unexpected that it crushed me. Lamar, you have always been the best of friends. We were boys together. I know you wouldn’t deceive me about a matter of this kind. Tell me the truthat once. You have grave fears for Ellen?” ‘No, I haven’t, returned Lamar, quickly. ‘‘I have