The things we do!

I had a bit of a saw thing I'd left there at Ovrebo, I wrote;
it might be a useful thing for owners of timber lands some day, and I
proposed to come along and fetch it away shortly. Please keep an eye on it
and see it doesn't get damaged.
Yes, I wrote in that gentle style. That was the most dignified way. And
since Falkenberg, of course, would mention it in the kitchen, and perhaps
show the letter round, it had to be delicacy itself. But it was not all
delicacy and nothing else; I fixed a definite date, to make it serious: I
will come for the machine on Monday, 11th December.
I thought to myself: there, that's clear and sound; if the machine's not
there that Monday, why, then, something will happen.
I took the letter to the post myself, and stuck a strip of stamps across
the envelope as before....
My beautiful ecstasy was still on me. I had received the loveliest letter
in the world; here it was in my breast pocket; it was to me. _Skriv
ikke_. No, indeed, but I could come.


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