That Girl of Johnson's — page 86: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. . . 75 = him at the town; they were only waiting for him to prove their suspicions. The case had been adjourned; it was a pretty clear case of malice, folks said, but they were wait- ing for her father to prove it. No doubt when the storm was over they would send or come for him again. Why did young Green interest himself in her father? Did he wish to hurry him to prove his case? And yet he had been so kind to her he could not do that, he would not do that. Surely they would not expect him to go to-morrow, nor the next day ; he must rest; they would not ask him to go yet. The hum of, voices died away; only the muffled sound of footsteps now and then on the bare floor, and the hissing of the kettle over the fire joined in with the sweep of the storm. They were there an endless time; why were they so quiet? Why should she not go in? Or why did they not come out and tell her what was the matter? Why could she not nurse her father ? The pines on the bank shivered and bent toward her, moaning; the wind and the rain twisted them into gro- tesque shapes. The kettle ceased its hissing, its voice died away to a deep, quiet hum; suddenly the water bubbled over on the fire with a fierce sound. She went over and lifted it off, setting it on one side of the hearth. The door of the bedroom opened, and the nurse came out. She was an elderly woman with a grave face. She brought several parcels from the town. Young Green sent her a note by the man who went to fetch the doctors, and she knew what to bring. One or two of these she opened and pre- pared beef and broth. She spoke quietly and pleasantly to Dolores, but she found her own way about the house and seemed to fit into everything. Dolores watched her; she returned to the window as though the fierce storm outside attracted her; she leaned against the casement with listless hands and followed the nurse with her eyes. They were solemn eyes and full of vague questioning. The woman went about her duties, apparently forgetting Gomicbooks (eo) mn