That Girl of Johnson's — page 67: what you’re looking at

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56 . QHAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, CHAPTER XII. AND LIFE WENT ON. Dolores, worn with watching and faint from lack of food, fell asleep at the door-way, and slept the whole night through; the dawning had deepened to broad lhght when she waked. It was a dreary day. She was still weak from eating nothing, but the sleep had lessened the dark circles under her eyes. She arose with a slow sense of despair upon her, a half wish that she might have slept on forever, but she crushed it down. She bathed her face with cool water from the well and brushed her soft hair back, winding it in a heavy coil at the back of her head. Her hair was beautiful. One or two stray curls clung around her face. As she stood at the window in her tiny room gazing across the misty valley to the opposite mountain, the vivid light in the east made her face look yet more worn and haggard. Her sensitive mouth was pathetic in its brave sadness. The weather had changed in the night; the heavens were angry with clouds; the moon formed a ghastly white circle through the clouds in the west, just above the pines; the east was a-flame with copper-yellow and red. A dead calm lay over the mountain; the pines were unmoved by a breath ; they stood up stately and silent like specters in the lurid light. The mist of the valley was dense and weird, painted with the eastern colors; only the peak of the opposite mountain was visible out of the mist; this was brazen with the reflected colors. It was wrapped around with a flame; — it was awful in its misty robes with the flaming crown. In its silent heart its mysteries would lie hidden until the mountains shall tremble through the revolution of the ages, and be scattered into the mdist of the sea. (E(@) mn G eyo (0) <q Cc @)