That Girl of Johnson's — page 33: what you’re looking at

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22 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. CHAPTER V. WHOSE WAS THE DEED? Dolores was waiting for something to happen. She had waited all her life for something to happen, but this was different. She was now waiting for something that she instinctively felt must change her hfe. A vague terror possessed her; she could not have defined it had she tried ; she did not try. Young Green’s face seemed to haunt her. At night the memory of the black mare and her rider came between her thoughts of the heavens, and would not leave her. The frank blue eyes of the young man were always kindly in her thoughts; there was always a smile on the pleasant face, but the memory held a terror for her which she could not understand. She watched her father con- tinually while he was in the house, for a sort of fascination was upon her, and she could not keep her eyes from his face. His face was dark and sullen; there was a glitter in his eyes which she did not understand. He felt that she watched him, and it angered him. He was restless even while eating his meals, and his eyes under their lowering black brows kept a furtive watch out of the window. As for herself, she ate little, for she felt as though food would choke her should she dare to eat. She could not explain the terror that possessed her, but her whole listless nature was aroused. She was different, and her life was somehow different, she knew not how. And the memory of his-face as he watched young Green ride up the mountain haunted her as did the memory of the young man himself, and she could not shake off the thoughts that would come with it. She had no definite knowledge of what it meant, only . there was a new element in her life. | The slow days passed, it seemed to her, with even more comicbooks.co aes en *