That Girl of Johnson's — page 188: what you’re looking at

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_ THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 177 CHAPTER XXXIV. EVEN IN DEATH. As they were whirled along through the night and the darkness young Green’s mind was full of the one thought that he must tell Dolores about the trial in court that after- noom, before they reached the station, and away from Mrs. Allen’s hearing. He had suddenly grown to distrust her utterly, and watching him and Dolores under half closed lids during this strange journey, Mrs. Allen began to fear her power to hurt this young man was going from her. But then she cared little about hurting him; it was Dolores whom she would injure, or make unhappy if she could, and she had already proved that she could. Young Green’s mind was occupied with the thoughts of Dolores, and he was paying little attention to the silent elderly woman sit- ting in the turned seat facing them. How could he tell Dolores? That was his thought. That he must tell her he knew was but right and just to both herself and her father. About his own suspicion in the matter he could not tell her just yet. That might come in time, and he would tell her if ever there was hope of her being more to him than now she was, though she must always be to him the truets, purest girl in the world, and the only one he could love as he loved her. “Miss Johnson—Dolores,” he said presently, and he knew Mrs. Allen could not hear; her head was leaning against the back of the seat and her eyes were closed, but he was pretty certain she was not asleep. “Dolores, you remember the laming of my mare just after I first met you, and the excitement and indignation among us because of it, and our inability to catch the fellow, though suspicion pointed strongly in one direction ?” She had been buried in a LOS of her father mingled Eomichboo SS (E(0) m