That Girl of Johnson's — page 161: what you’re looking at

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150 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. child, and carried her to the settle between the south win- dows, where Mrs. Allen spread wraps and fetched pillows to make her comfortable. And as she lay among the pil- lows, looking far too white and delicate with her pallid face and colorless lips, and smooth, blue-veined forehead, Dr. Dunwiddie stooped and untied the pale blue ribbon from around her throat. “Tt is pretty,” he said, smiling, as she opened her eyes questioningly upon his kindly face, “but you must not wear these again, Miss Johnson, until I say you may.” Her white lips half parted in an answering smile, so full of quiet self-control and sweetness the man’s heart ached, knowing how she was suffering, but she did not speak until Mrs. Allen brought her beef tea and fed her with ten- der care; then, half rising among the pillows, whiter than they, she asked faintly with a wistfulness in her eyes that sent an angry pang through the woman’s heart: “Where is—Dolores—Nurse Allen? I—want—Dolores.” Since her husband’s death years before Mrs. Allen cared for no one as she did for Dora. Her love was a selfish love; she could not bear that another should come between her and her girl; she could not bear the thought that some day Dora might find some one who would call out her affec- tion as she never could; that some day she must give place to some other. That Dolores as a woman would gain a hold upon the girl’s warm heart as she never could, she knew from the first and knew with growing bitterness and hatred for the quiet, tall girl whose soul was so far above hers that she could never hope to attain the height. She hated her witha hatred that grew with every day, with every evidence of the girl’s deep nature and beautiful character, the character which Dora in her tenderness and sweetness must appreciate as she could never appreciate the care she herself gave to her. She hated the girl, and her voice was full of this as she called to her sharply, ina voice that caused Dora to look up at her in wonder: “Come in at once, Dolores; Dora wishes you,” comicbooks.com