That Girl of Johnson's — page 169: what you’re looking at

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158 _ ‘THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. and a hunted look inthe wide dark eyes that her friends could not understand, this woman gloried and exulted in her power to wound the girl Dora loved with a deeper, truer love than she could ever give to her, and she planned out many a subtle manner for wounding and sending her shafts deeper into the soul of the girl who was, she, told herself over and over, stealing away what rightfully be- longed to her. Sometimes when the winds were cool and the sky like a garment of blue abvoe the mountain world, they rode horses brought from the town, sometimes alone, sometimes accompanied by young Green, or Dr. Dunwiddie, or both, they always having, on such occasions, some plausible ex- cuse of danger to the girls or leisure of theirown. And after a time they grew accustomed to Dolores’, to them, strange freaks and sudden moods, who refused at any time to mount a horse brought from Judge Green’s stables, and refused with such a horror on her face that it silenced any objection from the others, though Charlie often brought a graceful bay, the easiest rider in the place for her, but after a while they never asked the girl to ride her, but Dora was given the mount with no question as for whom she might have been intended, no joking about it, or laughter at the girl, for her grave, stern face would not admit of that. And in the eyes of the doctor, unconfessed but daily growing beyond doubt, no more perfect rider could the bay have had than the dainty little lady in her dark blue habit, her fair curls rumpled under the round low hat she wore, that left the sunny face in the full light that gave color and life to it with each added day. Many a pleasant day they passed together, many a pleas- ant talk, for all of them talked well, and Dolores listened until she, too, grew brighter, losing this shadow that seemed to envelop her very thoughts, and joined in the gay or grave conversations that came by snatches, with sweet bursts of laughter from the red lips of her cousin, with the deeper tones of the gentlemen, and occasionally comicbooks.com