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Aestrid, love,

I beg you forgive me my hasty departure, Friday last,
especially as you are not well, and I am not well. When
I am able, soon, when the winds are friendly, I’ll come
to Valparaiso, stay with you and Tom at the Villa,
if you will have me, if you aren’t bitter, if I am brave.

No storm at sea is so wicked as this, what havoc nature
would wreak … on you, us. “One piece last,” you said,
and played beautifully, filling that cold room … that
our last night on George Street, the wind up, to
ferry away you, to ferry away me. No storm, dear A.

I am no McDougall if this cowardice is my lot.
Nothing is done, and none of us can go in peace. What
horrid tear your absence will rent. Stay, won’t you?

Always,

Magellan McDougall