We mun go to him; ay, time's precious; thou mun cry thy cry at after!' Sylvia opened her dim eyes, and heard her mother's voice; the ideas came slowly into her mind, and slowly she rose up, standing still, like one who has been stunned, to regain her strength; and then, taking hold of her mother's arm, she said, in a soft, strange voice-- 'Let's go.

I'm ready.'.