That Girl of Johnson's — page 123: what you’re looking at

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112 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. CHAPTER XXYV. A GENTLE MESSAGE. A closed carriage stopped at the gate; the team of powerful bays were covered in rubber blankets; their hoofs were heavy with mud; the body of the carriage was splashed, the wheels clogged. When the door was opened a gentleman alighted—a short, stout gentleman wrapped in arubber coat, with high boots and a close gray cap. He struggled a moment with the rickety gate, and then hur- ried up the drenched walk. Mrs. Allen tapped lightly on the bedroom door, and Charlie and Dr. Dunwiddie came out at once. They met the new-comer at the door with a few hurried words. Young Green took his coat and hat, and hung them in the entry to drip. Dolores had not changed her position; she still stood at the dresser, the book closely clasped in her hands as though a friend. Young Green’s eyes flashed as though with — - pleasure when he saw this. Her face was grave and quiet, but her eyes had darkened and grown luminous as she watched the group at the door. When her uncle advanced toward her she eyed him searchingly. She was disappointed in him; there was nothing remark- able about him; he was short and stout; she did not like short, stout men; his face was florid, his hair red; his deep set eyes were blue and kindly; his mouth under the red mustache was stern, but there were pleasant lines about it as though he often smiled. His voice was or- dinary. She noted this when he spoke; her ears were growing sharper to catch the sound of words. her toward the light, eying her keenly. “And this is Joe’s girl,” he said, comicbooks.