You will go to the captain's cabin of the Wreck which we visited together, and find there _a small portmanteau_.

It may be carried in the hand, and holds the few necessaries I have hidden for my flight, but please carry it carefully.

If you will be waiting with this by the sign-post at the Five-Lanes' corner, at 11.30 _to-night_, no _words_ of mine will repay you.

Should you refuse, I am a wretched woman; but in any case I know I may trust you to say no word of this.
"Look out for the _closed carriage and pair_.

A word to the bearer will tell me that I may hope, or that you care nothing for me.
G.G.-S.
"P.S .-- Be very careful _not to shake the portmanteau_." "What be I to say, plaise, sir ?" Sam, who had read the letter for a third time syllable by syllable, looked around helplessly.
"Ef you plaise, what be I to say ?" Sam very heartily wished both boy and letter to the devil.
He groaned aloud, and was about to answer, when he paused suddenly.
In the room above Mr.Moggridge was singing a jaunty stave.
The sound goaded Sam to madness; he ground his teeth and made up his mind.
"Say 'yes,'" he answered, shortly.
The word was no sooner spoken than he wished it recalled.