That Girl of Johnson's — page 200: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 189 tice she had, and even if they had was she not his daughter —her mother’s daughter. She was glad her mother was dead. Glad that she could not know of this, if indeed she did not know. Death was confused in her mind. Her mother was sometimes very near to her, but her father was dead, perhaps this was be- cause she was a baby when her mother died; she had seen her father die. Thought crowded upon thought, yet with a distinctness mingled with those strange half intelligible words of the past, that was intense suffering to her. No wonder Mrs. Allen told her these friends could be friends of hers no longer than during the time she needed pity. That they were beyond her life, and it would be out of human possi- bility for her to expect them to hold to her when— She couldn’t quite follow out that line of thought. There was such a blind, dumb pain in her heart when she thought of the kindly blue eyes of this friend of hers, turning from her, going utterly out of her life. Of Dora, the sweet little woman who had given her such loving thought as never another woman had given her in all her young life—Dora turning against her, too, when all the others should turn, and must live her life alone—alone till death should still the terrible pain at her heart. ' She was in a half stupor, with her brain so active that it was wearing away her very life. Dr. Dunwiddie said that she must be aroused ; she must be brought out of this state ; she must be moved to tears, or to some utterance of her grief. She could not go on like this. Fora year now she had been in this strained state of feeling. He turned to Dolores in this time of need. He had grown accustomed to going to Dora in any time of trouble, and to her as to him it was very sweet. She was not the pale girl who arrived at the mountain a year before; her face had filled out; her cheeks no longer bore the hectic flush, but held the soft color of advancing health, while her eyes had lost their > Gomicbooks (E(@) a