That Girl of Johnson's — page 165: what you’re looking at

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154 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. young Mr. Green’s beautiful mare, you know? He said you have seen her; a splendid animal, and she. actually seems to know what he says to her, He said he believes she has almost human intelligence, and if she only had the power of speech she could soon put an end to the trial. ‘‘T believe they have some new evidence to be heard this morning. Young Mr. Green was to have been there early to attend to some important matter before court opened, and here I have detained him. Every one in the town is interested and excited over the case; the subject comes up for discussion at all times. They are indignant, of course, it is such a clear case of malice and intent to do injury to Mr. Green. Mrs. Green is a dear little old lady with the softest white hair under the softest of lace caps, with a voice as gentle as her face, but she also grows warm in de- nouncing the deed, though she pities the man who is guilty more than her boy, for the one has the consciousness of - guiit and the other has not. Of course I pity him, too, but I think he should suffer for it. Where would be the pre- ventative of crime if there were no penalty ?” Still Dolores did not move or speak. In a vague manner the thought presented itself to her that one of the marble gods Dora had been telling her about could scarcely be more like stone than she, and she wondered, too, in that strange half sense if these marble men and women were capable of suffering as human men and women? And Dora continued in her low voice, rising and pulling Dolores by the hand for her to follow. ‘‘Let us go out of doors, cousin mine; it is so beautiful there with the pines and the mountains. Were it not for the narrowed companionship I would choose this for my home always; but one’s life shrinks smaller and smaller away from others, away from the refinements of society. I am fond of nature ; I feel as though God were very near in the silence of the hills, and ‘to be alone with silence is to be alone with God;’ but I think he is somehow nearer in the hearts of his humanity. You have not even a church ‘comicbooks.com |