That Girl of Johnson's — page 106: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. aoe, 95 “Hi, hi!” the man exclaimed, with another burst of laughter not so loud nor so long as before. “Hi, hi! . hyar’s kem a champ’on fighter fer thet gal o’ Johnsing’s sure’s ye live, Jones. Let’s hev a drink outen et, ter drive all ill feelin’ off. I meant no harm ter ye, Lodie, nor ther gal neither.” And the big man looked down on the speaker with steady eyes as he answered: “Say what ye like ’bout me an’ ter me, Sadler, but ther firs’ sech word ’bout thet gal o’ Johnsi.g’s from any 0’ ye’ll be yer last.” And they knew he meant what he said. KS (€(0) mn