That Girl of Johnson's — page 212: what you’re looking at

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. THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S,. | 201 accusing her father when none other save the man at her side and others with wicked intent, charged him with crime. And there was an agony dawning over the pallid face and wide eyes that hushed all other thought for the _ time in the heart of her friend—all thought save an intense desire and longing to take her into his arms and soothe this agony of bitterness and shield her all her life long from any touch of pain, any touch of life’s harshness. But he waited silently with bent head, his hand upon her arm, while she fought—and won—perhaps a struggle that few are called upon to fight, that few would conquer. Then the eyes, widened with agony, were lifted from the depths of horror and mystery seeking the broken bits of blue heaven through the mist of the tangled pines upon the height, and an indescribable grandeur and beauty gradually grew upon the lifted face and in the depths of the grave eyes as though the peace sought had been won, and the bitterness of years was buried never again to be resurrected in all the life be- fore her, never again to shadow, as it had done, the love and life of this friend beside her. And he, guessing in part the thoughts in her heart, made no movement save a more tender hold upon the steady arm he held. And he waited for her to speak. All her life had passed her in review as she stood there conscious even through the bitterness of this warm, kindly friend at her side—all the bitterness and pain and humilia- tion and struggle of her life, all the thoughts and sorrows and struggles, and when at last she turned facing this friend, the change upon her face was as though an angel had touched her standing there, and life’s suffering had passed from her, life’s struggles and pain, and left only the touch of heavenly fingers upon the eyes and mouth. She turned her large eyes upon him, luminous with the lights of the heavens where the sunset was struggling with the mists, tender with a new, wonderful, sweet light that caused his heart to throb with new tenderness, new hope, new courage and a sudden knowledge of the heart so long Gomichbooks (E(0) m