That Girl of Johnson's — page 185: what you’re looking at

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174 | THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. away from Mrs. Green’s and turned to the young man. He was biting his lips with vexation. What a fool—what a cruel fool he had been not to have been sure there were no others there when he told the news. But he was sure Mrs. Allen had said there was no one there but. themselves. But Dolores’ wide, troubled eyes were on his face, and he met them steadily. He knew she was suffering, and would not let her believe, if he could help it, that there was special cause for her to suffer. | ‘‘T must go to my father,” she said; ‘‘at once. Tell me how to get there, please.” ‘‘There is no way but the train at midnight,” he replied. ‘‘But I must go now,” she said, gravely ; ‘‘if there is any way. Could we not go on horses? I must go.” He was silent a moment before answering her, for if there were any way for her to get there sooner than by train she should have the chance. He knew how she was suffering, and he suffered as much as she did seeing her suffer. Then he shook his head slowly. ‘‘Hiven starting now and taking the fastest horses in the stables we could get there only half an hour sooner, and the ride would be too exhausting for it to pay. We will- wait, Miss Johnson, and take the train and be in time—I am sure we will be in time. Donot worry. I would get you there if it were possible, believe me—Dolores.” It was the old voice and the old tone of uttering the sad name. She gave no sign that she heard, but she heard. She said nothing as she turned from him, and went out of the room like one in a dream—went out of the room and up the stairs to her room, but the tone and the one low word fol- lowed her, like a note of tenderness, through her stony sor- row. And when she had gone young Green turned to his mother, like a boy, in his sore distress, and she, under- standing, comforted him. “It will kill her,” he said, “all this anxiety. And the waiting, and the cruel way he will treat her at the end. And itis all my blundering, mammy”—his pet name for comicbooks.com >