She was pale, and had on a long white gown, her hair, light like thine, hung down in threads as if it were wet.

She held out her hands to me, and I sat up and listened.

I saw her lips move, and, though I could not hear her voice, I seemed to understand what she said, for thee know'st, Morva, I am used to these visions." "Yes," said the girl, nodding her head.
"Well, I rose and answered her, and drew my old cloak from the peg there.

'I am coming,' I said, and she glided before me out through the door and down the path over the moor.

I saw her, a faint, white figure, gliding before me till I reached the Cribserth, and there she disappeared, but I knew what she wished me to do; and I followed the path down to the shore, and there was tumult and storm indeed, the air full of spray, and even in the black night the foaming waves showing white against the darkness.