That Girl of Johnson's — page 159: what you’re looking at

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148 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. and her eyes wide and terrified. Young Green, returning from up the mountain, heard Dora’s last words and turned away with a face as pallid as Dolores’. Dora arose quickly, and clasped her hands around her cousin’s arm. raising her sweet, penitent face to hers. ‘Dolores, Dolores, I did not mean that—I was only jok- ing—I could not have meant it—I would not have said such a thing for the world—I forgot you were not used to me, and—” The words ended in a violent fit of coughing that racked the slender frame pitifully. Raising her handkerchief to her lips she sank upon the step. Dolores did not touch her; she stood erect, watching her with cold eyes, offering no word of comfort or aid. She seemed turning into stone. Young Green, watching, felt his heart die within him as she stood there with the sunlight on her head, the tender face set rigildy, the unfathomable eyes giving place toa spirit of stone. Then he entered the house unnoticed and spoke to Mrs. Allen, who came out at once and sat down - beside Dora, placing her arm around her with low, tender words of comfort. ‘‘My poor girl—my poor Dora. Just lay your head right here on nursie’s shoulder and rest.” Dora obeyed like a child; she was white and trembling, and her hands fell helplessly in her lap. Dolores was more helpless than Dora. She would have helped her if she could, but she could not. | Young Green came out with acup of water, and Mrs. Allen thanked him with a grateful glance, but as she took it and placed it to Dora’s lips she glanced at Dolores, and her glance was full of hate; while young Green himself for the moment dared not meet her eyes for fear of betraying what was in his mind and heart. ‘Will she lie down and rest?” asked Dolores, presently, still standing at a distance from her, speak’ as though her lips were stiff.