That Girl of Johnson's — page 167: what you’re looking at

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156 ; THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, =. ~~ ar ‘ CHAPTER XXXII. és P! TIME’S DEVELOPMENTS, Johnson slowly recovered; the days passed, and the weeks, while he lingered weak and complaining. Dolores’ presence annoyed him, and drove him to fits of temper, until Dr. Dunwiddie advised her to remain away from him as much as possible. To this, as to all such things, she said nothing; she kept him supplied with everything she knew he preferred, for the larder was never scant now —but she never entered the room unless he were sleeping, or it were necessray. Dr. Dunwiddie regularly drove over to see Johnson once * a week, and Mrs. Allen remained in the low, unpainted house in the midst of its desolate garden, filling the rooms with her presence, but daily growing more hardened toward the quiet girl who was winning Dora’s affection away from her, she told herself, in excuse for her un- friendly feeling, but the girl herself, buried in other thoughts, believed it was from the kindness of her heart that she talked to her so often during the long evenings of the life outside of the quiet settlement and of the manners she would there be expected to copy, and she accepted in silence the many words of advice as to her lack of pride in allowing young Green to see so clearly her feelings toward him, and the cautioning uttered with a kindly smile or soft touch on her arm against allowing herself to be so in- fluenced by almost an utter stranger who was kind to her only out of pity, and who could never care for her other than as the merest acquaintance, she, the daughter of the blacksmith who was waited for to prove the malice in the laming of his mare. Soft little hints she gave of deeper meaning in her words, and she even in her desire to wound the girl could never conceive to what a depth of misery she > | <a . | # a - ~ bf \ x ~~ “ a“. tae eee re comic OC (oe) <S.cO Prides