But there was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing mysteries of the sea. “What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. " "Your own was equally so," said Jackson ironically. She opened it and drew out a letter, and folded within it were the notes she had sent off to Ramage that day.
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