That Girl of Johnson's — page 202: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, 191 “You are going—so soon?” he said, and the grave voice proved the inward control of the tumult in his heart. ‘“‘Dora—Dora, will you leave me with no promise, no word of kindness, no hope that I may see you again, have you— love you? You are kind to every one, Dora J ohnson, out of the pure sweetness of your heart—be kind to me and tell me of some kindly thought.” They had forgotten for the moment the girl in the other room. Dora’s hands were close in his, Dora’s tender face was lifted up to his with a half shy sweetness upon it, Dora’s lips were whispering something, he scarcely knew what, only knew that Dora was giving to him the tender, sweet, womanly heart with its purity and truth—giving this into his keeping to be held, thank God, through all their lives as the sacred thing it was—a woman’s tender heart. Then, by and by—only a minute it might be, yet with a life’s change to them—Dora drew away her soft, warm hands, and a new expression was on the sweet face, lifted with its tearful eyes to the face above her. ‘‘I—I must go to Lorie—Harry,” she whispered, and there was a tremor in her low voice born of her great happiness. ‘*I must not forget Lorie even—even now.” ‘Always my thoughtful, tender girl,” he said, and the low spoken words brought the deeper color to the smooth cheeks and a gleam of happy light in the lifted gray eyes. She drew away from him and crossed the room to the door of the inner room, her heart beating rapturously in - spite of the sadness that would come at thought of the sad- ness of the nobler girl in that still, empty room beyond. | But in the door-way she paused, and every thought left her —every thought save of the girl she had come to comfort, the brave, noble, true girl who had suffered so much and so long alone. Young Green had just entered the room from the hall. There had been something in his manner lately that won Dora’s deepest respect. The lightness that had made him such a jolly comrade had given place to a quiet humor GEomicboo Ss) (e(@) m