That Girl of Johnson's — page 153: what you’re looking at

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ee 149 HAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. and entered through the low door of the paytry. Mrs. Allen heard him enter; it seemed sometimes that she had ears for everything. She opened the bedroom door and beckoned for him to enter. The outer door was to the right of the bedroom door, and she did not see the two girls on the door-step. Green passed in and closed the door that she should not see. He could never account for his dislike of Mrs. Allen. Dr. Dunwiddie greeted him with a smile, but he did not speak, as he was busy with the bandages on Johnson’s arm. Mrs. Allen told him -that Johnson had waked con- scious the night before and slept naturally until morning; that he had been awake some little time that morning, and would doubtless sleep as soon as the doctor finished with the bandages. Green was standing with her at a little table used for medicine, away from the window; Dr. Dun-_ widdie had his back to them, between Green and Johnson. On preparing one of the bandages he stepped aside, and at that moment Johnson slowly opened his eyes upon young Green’s face. He was conscious, and his eyes had the old look in them excepting that it was intensified by their hol- lowness. A change swift as death swept over the gaunt face. Johnson hated young Green; he hated him with a narrow, unreasoning hatred. His face grew ghastly in its pallor, then livid with fury; the close set eyes under the narrow forehead were wild and blood-shot; instinctively the fingers of his right hand were feebly clenched as he endeavored to lift himself from among the pillows, un- mindful of the pain, as he cried, in a hoarse whisper, be- tween panting breaths: | “Ye hyar? Fool, with yer—larnin’ an’—yer books. I sweared I’d get even—with ye—fer te—ef ever—ye—kem hyar—agen, a-settin’—my gal up—ter thenk—herself bet- ter’n—her feyther a-turnin’ her head—with yer—foolin’ an’—yer soft words—as though—ye’d look et—a—smith’s darter fer—no good—” Young Green started to speak, but Dr. Dunwiddie, with _ Gomicbooks.co