That Girl of Johnson's — page 130: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. | 119 than we do what is best to be done. Come, like a good girl, let us go; we are only hindering the others.” * Why should I hinder them ?” she asked, gravely. They are strangers here; he is my father.” “Yes, of course,” he said, brusquely. ‘‘Of course, Do- lores. We all know that, but they know much better than we do what is best to be done. Dora is waiting for you—it is better in every way for us to go.” She stood erect and slender among them, her print gown falling around her to her feet, her face catching the shadows of the storm upon it; even Dr. Grey felt his laughter die within him as he watched her. ‘Did I not say,” the voice was almost solemn in its grave earnestness, “‘that I will not leave him—ever— while he lives—not for any one?” None of them spoke for a moment; not one of them was capable of deceiving her as she stood so grave and quiet waiting his reply. That she had aright to know, a better right than they could not be denied. She had spoken the truth; she was a woman capable of enduring much, of suffering much; she was not a child to be put off with evasive replies. Her uncle moved uneasily; he walked over to the window facing the road; the horses were stand- ing with bent heads; the driver in his rubber hat and coat sat like a statue. One or two chickens with draggled tail feathers hastened across the windy walk, struggling against the wind; the gray mists tangled themselves around the mountain summit; the cloud sscudded before the east wind like frightened things. He turned again and went back to Mrs. Allen’s side. Dr. Grey stood at the bedroom door; he had not moved since the girl spoke; she impressed him as she impressed the others. Young Green looked troubled; he started as though he would go to Dolores, and checked himself. Even Dr. Dunwiddie was somewhat disquieted ; he looked beyond the girl out of the opposite window ; his gaze was (€(0) m comicbooks