That Girl of Johnson's — page 124: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 2 113 She disliked him at once; her wide brown eyes met his blue ones squarely, but the eager light had died from them, they were cold and calm; he could see no farther than the surface. Her mouth, too, was straight and un- yielding. To her his tone implied that she disappointed him; it was of no consequence to her, however, because she disliked him. But she had mistaken his meaning. As he looked at the calm, quiet face, the large dark eyes that were so Clearly windows to the pure soul within, the sen- sitive mouth, large, but well formed, full of strong charac- ter, the slender, graceful figure in the print gown pos- sessing a quaint dignity, the wonder grew and deepened in his mind that the brother of his recollections should have such a daughter as this—a woman one did not meet every day even in his world—a girl whose soul was purer than many of those he knew. “ And this is Joe’s girl!” he repeated, slowly. ‘My dear, I am glad to have found you.” No one had ever yet told her a lie, and that every one meant what was said wasa matter of course. It was a new thing for any one to be glad to see her, and she almost liked him.. The words touched her strangely, but she made no reply, though her eyes softened somewhat. “My girl sent you a message, Dolores. She told me to be certain to follow instructions, too; Dora is an exacting young body,.I assure you. Between you two my life will be rather hard for an old fellow. I am going in to look at Joe if I may not speak to him; when I return you will be ready, my dear.” He turned away with a pleasant laugh, and joined young Green and Dr. Dunwiddie without waiting for her reply. She looked after him with unfriendly eyes as he stood for a moment talking with the others outside the door, but after a few words that were indistinguishable to her they opened the door and passed in, closing the door behind them. Then she arose slowly, her eyes darkening. The lit- tle scented note her uncle had given her fell unheeded at comicbooks (E(0) nm