Quicksand
I have looked for a letter, or some word from you; evidently, with your usual penetration, you understood thoroughly that I must terminate my outward relation with you. You were always a keen one.
Of course I am sorry, but it can‘t be helped. My wife must be considered, and she feels very strongly about this.
You know, of course, that I wish you the best of luck. But take an old man‘s advice and don‘t do as your mother did. Why don‘t you run over and visit your Aunt Katrina? She always wanted you. Maria Kirkeplads, No. 2, will find her.
I enclose what I intended to leave you at my death. It is better and more convenient that you get it now. I wish it were more, but even this little may come in handy for a rainy day.
Best wishes for your luck.
Peter Nilssen
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