You'll see something of him in the evenings
then."
"What about you?" she said, squeezing his arm.
"Oh, I shall be all right. I'm expecting Lawley in from the ranges. He'll
help me. I've got to learn to do without you, eh, little 'un?" He held
her to him again.
She clasped his neck. "It's your own doing, Jack; but I know it's for my
good. You must let me come and help you sometimes--just for a holiday."
Her voice trembled.
He kissed her again with great tenderness. "You'll come just whenever you
feel like it, my dear," he said. "And God bless you!"
CHAPTER VI
THE WAY TO HAPPINESS
On account of its comparative proximity to the gold mine, Trelevan,
though of no great size, was a busy place. Dot had stayed at the hotel
there with her brother on one or two occasions, but it was usually noisy
and crowded, and, unlike Adela, she found little to amuse her in the type
of men who thronged it. Fletcher Hill always stayed there when he came to
Trelevan. The police court was close by, and it suited his purpose; but
he mixed very little with his fellow-guests and was generally regarded as
unapproachable--a mere judicial machine with whom very few troubled to
make acquaintance.
Fletcher Hill in the role of a squire of dames was a situation that
vastly tickled Adela's sense of humour. As she told Jack, it was going to
be the funniest joke of her life.
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