That Girl of Johnson's — page 129: what you’re looking at

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118 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. ing experienced care they would have no one but Dr. Dun- widdie. As he stepped into the room, closing the door be- hind him, Dr. Dunwiddie motioned for him to return, but he shook his head emphatically. “ He’s like a log, Hal; the trump of the archangel alone could arouse him. I’ve stuck to him day and night like an ~ obedient puppet; now I wanta change; what’s all this going on out here? When anything’s going on I’m not to be kept in tne dark. You needn’t look so reproachful, . Charlie; he can get on without me fora moment. What ails you people out here ?” Dr. Dunwiddie frowned, and his voice was almost sharp as he answered : “There is nothing going on here to interest you, Tom, and Mr. Johnson must not be left alone one moment. If you are tired, I will take your place until—” “Until it’s over,” the other interrupted. “Lord knows I wish it were well over; it’s a dused bad piece of business anyhow, and I wish I were well out of it.” He was stopped by a gesture from Dr. Dunwiddie. Young Green also turned on him with flashing eyes. Dolores seemed turning into stone; her face was whiten- ing, and her eyes dilating; her voices: sounded strange even to herself as she laid her hand on the doctor’s arm as he was passing her. “ You will not go until you have answered me, Dr. Dun- widdie ?” It was more a command than a query ; her eyes were full on him, and he paused instinctively. | Her uncle spoke impatiently; like all men, he disliked scenes; this girl seemed capable of getting one up at al- most any moment. He was giad Dora was unlike her ; Dora was gentle and womanly; she obeyed commands without questioning; this girl was apparently unused to any sort of control. “IWly dear Dolores,” he said, “Dera is waiting for us. Why do you bother the doctors?” They know much better ~ comicbooks.com —