That Girl of Johnson's — page 168: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 157 placed her, not with the words of young Green’s careless- ness of her—what had that to do with her, Dolores John- son’—when there were other things to come before that, but of what might be meant by the hidden words of what must follow the proving of the case waiting in the town for her father’s presence. The woman knew well the stories adrift in the settlement that had somehow come to her she scarcely knew how herself, and’of the girl’s dread of what might follow the proving of the case waiting in the town for her father’s presence. The woman knew well the stor- ies adrift in the settlement that had somehow come to her she scarcely knew how herself, and of the girl’s dread of what might follow the proving of the case. She knew he could not wound her more deeply then with light words of young Green’s thought of her; she discovered that, or thought she did, after the first, but this subject of the mare was a terrible one to her, and she would use it to the full. That the girl had never done her harm to cause this feeling of hatred she would not believe. Had she not won Dora’s heart in a fashion she could never do? Could she accept this unmurmuringly? Was there nothing she could do to hurt the girl in Dora’s eyes? And if that were impossible —and she soon learned that it was—was it impossible for her to wound the girl herself in every way conceivable to a narrow mind? She despised Johnson in her heart, yet she was proving herself on a level, even a lower level than his. She was doing it from the same motive, with more knowl- edge of what she was doing than he. But she hardened her heart, and would not listen to her conscience when it upbraided her for her willful cruelty. And as Dora kept to her word and drove or rode over every day when the weather was pleasant, and together they wandered under the pines in many a daring place, the color of increasing health slowly tinging the cheeks of each, while Dora’s cough grew less and less frequent and violent, and an added grace and spring showed in Dolores’ step, though there was a growing sadness upon her lips » Gomicboo CS (eo)