"I expect news of Mr.Franklin Blake to-morrow.

Give me your letter, and I'll send it on to him by the post." Limping Lucy steadied herself on her crutch and looked back at me over her shoulder.
"I am to give it from my hands into his hands," she said.

"And I am to give it to him in no other way." "Shall I write, and tell him what you have said ?" "Tell him I hate him.

And you will tell him the truth." "Yes, yes.

But about the letter ?" "If he wants the letter, he must come back here, and get it from Me." With those words she limped off on the way to Cobb's Hole.