That Girl of Johnson's — page 68: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON'S, 57 Dolores watched it with a strange fascination, her hands hanging listlessly down at her side, her head against the casing of the window. Her eyes were wide and troubled ; her face flushed luridly in the glaring light. Framed in by the window it was a startling picture. Dore would have gloried init. It would not have been allowed to fade and grow wan and white again as the color died from the heavens. She was trembling violently ; her hands were so weak she could scarcely use them, and she wondered vaguely why they were so. She built the fire and went to the well to draw water for the cow. She called her, and Brindle came up lowing. Then she carried water into the house and hung the kettle over to boil. She had learned that she must eat to live; that she must live. The table was set as she had left it the day before, and when she hung the kettle over the fire she took the pail and went out to milk Brindle. The cow came obediently at her call, and she sat down on the door-stone and milked her. The east was a dead yellow, pale and wierd: an ominous silence brooded over everything. Lodie came up for water; he hesitated as he saw Dolores, but she rose up bravely to meet him. She did not speak, but her eyes asked him a question. Lodie was dull of “comprehension, but he understood. “Ther case were postponed,” he said, slowly. “Ther jedge were put out consid’rable, but as ’t couldn’t be helped he said they’d hev ter wait tell yer feyther kems. They wer ’xcited constid'rable ; theys jest a-waitin’ now fer yer feyther ter kem ter prove thar s’picions c’rect. We’s goin’ ter hev rain. Ther air’s full ’t. Et’ll kem, too, ’fore many hour.” He did not linger; he dated not linger when she was | watching him; he did not know what he might be brought to say, and he would not tell her of the sensation created by the story the deputies had to tell, and of the gossip of the tavern keeper's wife. He could not tell her of the comicbooks Cece)