From Arras

The lettering is heavy and dark, the grammar is poor and the paper worn. Written on the outside envelope is: 'To Lovisa Lind, care of Swedish Embassy, London'. Within is written,

Good luck always seems to escape us, doesnt it? In case this is read for spying, I won't write much. I am about to become trapped in Arras, near Calais in northern France. The last line for letters is closing soon. If you need to leave London, leave word for me and I will follow you when I can get out of France. I don't know how or when yet, but I will follow you.

Until better days when we meet again, remember what I last told you.

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