The Face of Rosenfeld — page 97: what you’re looking at

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S| , - Te 7 ml < Phe ag ad a4 WN Be a eA 90 THE FACE OF ROSENFEL. «<She will be beautiful.” There was a deeply troubled look in the dark eyes, as they finished the momentary survey of the apartment and came back to rest on Miss Maxey’s face. ‘The pale lips murmured something which sounded to her hearers like, ** 1 do not understand.” At any rate, Dr, Lamar took it upon himself to say again: ‘<'These are your friends, Miss Maxey and her brother, who took care of you in your illness. . You are to stay here with them as long as you like, to make your home with them, if you will, until you are well, strong and able to go where you desire.” ‘«Charity?” whispered the voice, a slight color coming into the face. Dr. Lamar understood the delicate shrink- ing of a sensitive nature and feared that it might have a tendency to retard her convalescence. ‘he unscrupu- lous man lied: ‘“ Not in the least. Your father has secured them to take eres | of you SRrig his absence. He was obliged | to go away.” | ‘‘He is not my father,” she returned in a clearer voice. ‘The sound of that voice made Maxey’s heart beat faster. ‘I'he accents and intonation were a revelation. They could have been the product alone of refinement and education. | A joyous thought seemed to arise suddenly in the poor girl’s mind, a thought that made her eyes glisten and her breath come quick. She looked eagerly first into Maxey’s face and then into the face of his sister. Some- thing seemed to tremble on her lips, but she forbore to utter it. ‘The artist, who had been watching her ey: movement, started forward.