That Girl of Johnson's — page 177: what you’re looking at

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166 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. CHAPTER XXXII. A SUDDEN MESSAGE. “Man alive !” exclaimed Lemuel Johnson, as he stood be- side his brother one morning, with Dr. Dunwiddie and Dr. Grey, explaining to him a plan by which they hoped to benefit his condition and hasten his recovery. “Man alive, Joe!” exclaimed the excitable little man, thrusting his hands into his pockets, his florid face growing redder, his eyes sparkling with indignation. “Have you no sense at all? Have you no pride, no common ambition to get well? To make a success of life? Would you rather lie here, growing less and less capable of anything, like an indolent tramp, and keep on suffering straight ahead for years maybe, when by perfect care in this hospital, or infirmary, or whatever it is, in the city something may be done for you, and you would be set up like anew man ready for any position and to build up as good ahomeas any man living? Why, great Scott, Joe Johnson, if you are my brother and the only one I’ve got, I must say I’d be ashamed to own you if you refuse.” The invalid was growing excited also. He struggled up to a sitting position, half reclining on his right arm, and glared at his brother as an infuriated animal at bay. ‘“ Kt’d be nothin’ new ef ye was ’shamed o’ me,” he cried, the veins of his forehead swelling like cords, his small eyes glittering like serpents. ‘Et’s no mor’n ye’ve doneall yer life sence yer runned away ter make yer money a-many year ago. Ye left yer folks ter starve fer all’t ye’ve done fer ’em, tell jest now when ye kem hyar ter gloat owver me. I may be ’thout yer style 0’ sense, Lem Johnsing, but I hev got ther common sense’t ken tell beans when I sees ‘em. Ye needn’t make outen ’t ye don’t know what I means well’s I do, or them as hev lived hyar sence theys cComicbooks.co