That Girl of Johnson's — page 94: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, 83 CHAPTER XVIII. THE NURSE’S STORY CONTINUED. “She is an invalid,” the mellow voice went on; “she has been an invalid for six years, and I have been with her during that time. She is a gentle patient; they say she is like her mother, who died when Dora was a child. Dora is eighteen now, and I wish you could see her. She is like a picture; sometimes I believe I love her as a lover would.” Dolores knew nothing of love or lovers, but she listened quietly. Perhaps this woman would tell her what love was. | “Dora has gray eyes,” thé nurse continued. Her own eyes were sharp and quick to note every change in the gravely attentive face opposite. ‘They are neither hazel eyes, nor bluish gray, as many are, but simply and purely gray—the gray that turns to black with emotion. Her hair is golden brown, soft as silk and long; arranging it is one of my greatest pleasures. She has a beautiful home in New York, and everything heart could wish to make her happy; her father considers her his richest possession, and he has many possessions. “But Dora has consumption, anda short time ago her physician ordered for her a thorough change of air and recommended the mountains. When she spoke of the south he said it was an excellent plan, and that she should come at once. Her father lived here when he was a child, and has a brother living here—or he supposed he was living here; he had not seen or heard from him since he started out at twelve years old to make his way in the world, leaving this brother the homestead, the patch of garden and the shop. He took nothing with him but the © clothes he had on his back, and little enough that was, GEomichboo “S (eo) m