That Girl of Johnson's — page 99: what you’re looking at

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88 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, CHAPTER XIX. ITS EFFECT. A flush crept into Dolores’ face, then died out, leaving her deadly white. She leaned hard back in her chair, motionless, dumb, as one who has received a blow; her eyes were wide and full of terror, her lips apart. The room grew dark around-her; the roar of the storm died away— everything died away save the dim horror in her heart and an echo that grew and grew until the air throbbed and filled her ears deafeningly. What would Dora say and think if she knew—and of course she knew. Did not every one know? No wonder her father’s brother had dropped them; she did not blame him. Her ears were ringing with the words that echoed around her; she did not hear the nurse who was speaking; she heard nothing save the words that filled the room and pulsed in her ears and her blood. She endeavored to speak, to cry out, to struggle with them, but she was as one truck dumb and motionless with the dread words thundering in her ears weirdly their terrible meaning: ‘Every one has heard of your father, and could tell her of him because of the trial that was to come off—the trial— trial—your father—trial—” “Child,” the voice of the nurse sounded leagues away, scarcely distinguishable in the roar of words around her. “Child, what is the matter? Why do you say nothing ? Are you not glad to know it?” “Glad to know it—glad to know it—father—trial—know it—know it—” The girl roused against the terror that was holding her down. She sat erect, white faced, but with a quiet dignity that hid the tumult within. She lifted one hand and comicbooks.co