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Cleek: the Man of the Forty Faces

CHAPTER XI
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It was not until they were aboard the boat and the shores of France were slipping off into the distance that Miss Lorne saw anything at all of Dollops.

As he had travelled down from Paris to Calais in a separate compartment there had been no opportunity to do so.

He had, too, held himself respectfully aloof even after they had boarded the steamer; and, but that once, when a lurch of the vessel had unexpectedly disturbed Cleek's equilibrium and knocked his hat off, she might not have seen him even then.
But the manner in which he pounced upon that hat, the tender care with which he brushed it, and the affectionate interest in both voice and eyes when he handed it back and inquired eagerly, "Didn't hurt yourself, Gov'nor, did you, sir ?" compelled her to take notice of him, and, in doing so, to understand the position in which they stood to each other.
"You are travelling with a servant ?" she enquired.
"More than a servant--a devoted henchman, Miss Lorne.

They say you can't purchase fidelity for all the money in the world, but I secured the finest brand of it in the Universe by the simple outlay of two half crowns.

It is the boy of that night on Hampstead Heath--the boy who stood at the turning point.


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