That Girl of Johnson's — page 148: what you’re looking at

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a aaa * THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, 137 CHAPTER XXX, INCIDENTS, Johnson moved and opened his eyes slowly as Dr. Dun- widdie entered the room. Dolores was standing beside the window which she had just raised, and pulled aside the lit- tle half curtain to let in the cool air. She turned, as the doctor entered, with her slow, listless air, her lips set with - a touch of sadness, her eyes larger and darker than usual. As she turned them from the window they rested on her father’s face. His eyes were open, wandering aimlessly around the room; they paused when they reached her face. Vacant, hollow eyes they were, with a stare in them which startled her. Dr. Dunwiddie was at his side instantly, but without a sign of haste. “He is used to your voice,” he said to Dolores, without turning his head. “Speak to him, Miss Johnson. Say any- thing to him—anything you are in the habit of saying.” Dolores came no nearer the bed; she stood quietly at the window, and asked in her ordinary voice, slow, uninter- ested : “Are you ready for breakfast, father ?” The hollow eyes closed weakly fora moment. The girl’s solemn eyes, with the searching soul behind them, over- powered the weaker eyes and smaller soul. Mrs. Allen en- tered at that moment with the beef tea, and Dolores, tak- ing the bowl from her hand, crossed over to the bedside. Johnson again opened his eyes with the old expression of distrust and dislike in them. She bent over him, and Dr. Dunwiddie raised his head a trifle gently on his arm as she put the spoon to his lips with steady hand and un- moved face. But when she offered him the second spoon- ful he closed his eyes and endeavored to turn aside his Gomicbooks (E(0) m