Through the long haze of misted sea-miles and the smoke of land-miles she perceived that brown line of ours, and knew it stood there that Freedom, and the Nation itself, might not perish from the earth.
And so, a week later, she went home, and came nervously to Ramsey's mother and found how to direct the letter she wanted to write.

He was in France.
As the old phrase went, she poured out her heart.

It seems to apply to her letter.
She wrote: Don't misunderstand me.

I felt that my bitter speech to you had driven you to take the step you did.

I felt that I had sent you to be killed, and that I ought to be killed for doing it, but I knew that you had other motives, too.