That Girl of Johnson's — page 191: what you’re looking at

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180 os THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, caught the fellow, but we have him safe and sure enough now.” | | Surely they had not—Dolores caught her breath, and her swift, terrified eyes flashed upon his startlingly. His own eyes darkened as though with troubled thought. “The men we sent out in search of him found him yester- day, Dolores, not a stone’s throw from where your father fell on the opposite mountain. The first fellow we have sentenced to five years for attempted horse stealing, and the other had his trial to-day. It was sharp and swift, I assure you. Such a dastardly deed deserved the severest penalty the law allows.” Dolores heard no more. He was describing the trial and the defiance of the prisoner, but she heard nothing further. Her hands, lying in her lap, were trembling, but she uttered no word; her head was bent and her face now in shadow, so that the kindly watchful eyes could not rest upon it. She could not have borne that just then. Every- thing about her was new, but she saw nothing, heard noth- ing but her own accusing conscience. What was she—she that he dared sit in judgment upon her own father? How dared she believe him guilty even in her thoughts? But it had seemed so plain—so terribly plain, one thing after another adding more evident proof. She had believed him guilty. She had told no one, but she had believed it in her own heart, and intent was almost as bad as injury. A terror took possession of her. Should her father die before she asked his forgiveness what a horrible thing it would be. How could. she ever live if it should happen? What would she do? And this friend of hers—Dora—her uncle— Had not Mrs. Allen almost as good as told her every one in the town believed her father was guilty? Had not Mrs. Allen implied in the clearest ‘way she could that Dora could never care for her if that should be proved, that young Green, in spite of his kindness, would turn from her, too, and prove that though his friendship for her was from pity there was a point beyond which even pity comicbooks.com_