That Girl of Johnson's — page 121: what you’re looking at

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110 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. a new star, or think they have. The wise men of science are puzzling their heads over it.” He, too, noted the trace of soft color in the smooth cheeks and the light in the dark eyes under the lifted silken lashes. The girl’s soul was in her eyes as she lifted them to his as he stood beside her, and his heart ached for her, knowing the truth to which she was shut out. “They will not let me see my father,” she said, slowly, her eyes searching his face as though to read therein why this thing should be. He smiled reassuringly, and laid his strong hand over hers, resting upon the dresser, though a shadow was in his eyes for very pity of the tender, wondering face lifted to his. “We are doing the best we can for your father, Dolores, and as soon as he wakens you shall see him. You believe me? I would not tell you an untruth, you know. And why should I?” “There is no reason,” she said, and the lashes drooped disappointedly over the dark eyes. “Do they think I could not bear to be told? I can nurse him as well as they, and Iam willing. I believe you, but I must know.” “And I promise you,” there was an intensity in his voice that caused the lashes to lift from the hidden eyes and a swift, sudden startled glance met his, “I promise you, Dolores, that you shall know. I have given my word to leave everything here in the hands of the doctors. but I will see that they tell you as you wish. You are not like other women, Dolores Johnson, and there is no reason for our treating you as though you were.” Then, seeing the startled eyes, he spoke more quietly as he turned from her to the other room at Dr. Dunwiddie’s low call in the door- way. “You think we are cruel, but we are trying to be kindness itself, Dolores.” He left the book of which he had spoken on the dresser, and her fingers closed over it as though it might give her * _ comicbooks.co