It was an unsigned letter." "But you know who wrote it ?" asked Sylvia, not lifting her head.
"No; I don't know that," he replied earnestly; "we haven't the slightest idea." "But how did you come to be the messenger?
Who gave you the letter ?" she persisted quietly.
"Daniel never told me that, Sylvia.

But if you want to know, he must tell you.

It might be better for you not to know; you must consider that.

It can make no difference now of any kind." "It may make a difference," said Sylvia brokenly, not lifting her head; "it may make a great deal of difference.

That's why I speak of it; that's why I must know!" "Go on, Daniel; answer Sylvia's question." "Mr.Fitch gave it to me.