That Girl of Johnson's — page 162: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, 15] Dr. Dunwiddie hearing the words and catching sight of the woman’s face, crossed the room and spoke to Dolores, his voice low with kindness. She was standing with her back to the door, her hands clasped before her, gazing steadily, with the far off look in her eyes, at the opposite mountain, the crushed flowers scattered at her feet, dying in the heat of the sun, staining the step with their warm colors. She started when he addressed her, and turned obediently with one swift, startled glance up into his face, and entered the room half hesitatingly. Dora put out her hand as she crossed the room. ‘Dolores !” she said, entreatingly. Dr. Dunwiddie turned quickly away and entered the inner room where his friend was waiting for him. By and by, when she was better, Dora sat up among the pillows, and drew Dolores down beside her, holding her hands caressingly between her own, smoothing the tense, slender fingers now and then with pathetic tenderness as though to atone or soften her careless, wounding words. She leaned her pure, pale face against the gray window casing that the soft, low wind with its subtle odor of pines should blow upon her. Her large gray eyes, grown black with a half shy love and pleading, rested on her cousin’s grave face. And she did not know that the slender shred of pale blue ribbon lay safely hidden in the depths of the doctor’s pocket as he re-entered the sick-room beyond, They talked long there at the cool south window, she, smaller girl, holding her cousin’s hands closely in hers, telling her of the world beyond the chained mountains, of the life that throbbed and pulsed out of her sight. “ And you live in that world?” Dolores asked, when Dora had finished her description. “Yes,” and Dora smiled. “How you would enjoy it, Dolores. But you shall hear and gee everything worth hearing and seeing when we go to the city. And you shall meet people worth meeting, to whom it is a pleasure simply to listen; they will be friends at once, for you are just like Eomicboo “S (E(0) m