The Face of Rosenfeld — page 93: what you’re looking at

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oR THE FACE OF ROSENFEL. CHAPTER VIII. A NEW LEASE OF LIFE. HEY MADE an arm-chair of themselves by inter- locking their hands and arms, Maxey and Doctor Lamar, to carry her up the long flights of stairs to her new home, this pale, shy girl whom the carefully- driven carriage had just brought to the door of the house at the end of the quiet street. _ How different from the ominous roll of the departing ambulance was the coming of this jaunty carriage! When Miss Maxey had listened to the first from the _ parlor window, high above the street, her sympathetic heart felt as if a chill breath from the icy river had touched it. Now she waited at the top of the stairs with a rose in her hair. Modern science had alone made this arrival possible. For the second time within the short period of a few weeks brain surgery had won another brilliant victory. But there was that about this second and more recent miracle which not even Lamar himself could explain. That the result had exceeded his most daring hopes he had acknowledged, at least to Maxey. ‘To rescue from the grave a trembling paralytic victim, who realizes full well his doom, and himself gives the word which authorizes the dangerous operation as his last fearful chance, is great indeed; but to pour a flood of fullest, freest light into the darkness worse than death that enshrouds an intellect is something so far greater that it mid) : ; ; = % ~ comicbooks . ‘ ‘ es: : > . re & SSS 9S She - + * 9 Pes hays , » Pop Rie att a ‘ ee a Li Nye ake b Sat al a