That Girl of Johnson's — page 66: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 55 help it; some of them even thought— Would they have nothing more? Were they rested? They must have ridden far, for their horses were fatigued. They desired nothing, they said, and paid her liberally as before, and rode away, the woman watching them with eyes in which there was no shadow of malice in spite of the words of hers that must go so hard against Johnson should - they ever be brought against him. They halted at Johnson’s gate. Dolores was still sitting there under the pines with her haggard face and idle hands, and the eyes that watched for what did not come. Johnson was not there, she said, quietly, and they never questioned her word, but instinctively lifted their hats as they rode away, the wide dark eyes mingling strangely with the words of their hostess of a few minutes before, holding her to a lie. Eomicbooks (ee)