She and Kieff were fighting inch by inch to save Guy, and she could not endure any distractions while the struggle lasted.  For it was a desperate fight, and there was little rest for either of them.  Her first sensation of repugnance for this man had turned into a species of unwilling admiration, His adroitness, his resource, the almost uncanny power of his personality, compelled her to a curious allegiance.  She gave him implicit obedience, well knowing that, though in all else they were poles asunder, in this thing they were as one.  They were allied in the one great effort to defeat the Destroyer.  They fought day and night, shoulder to shoulder, never yielding, never despairing, never slacking.

And very gradually at last the tide that had ebbed so low began to turn.  Through bitter suffering, often against his will, Guy Ranger was drawn slowly back again to the world he had so nearly left.  Kieff never let him suffer for long.  He gave him oblivion whenever the weakened endurance threatened to fail.  And Sylvia, seeing that the flickering strength was always greater under the influence of Kieff’s remedy, raised no protest.  They fought death with the weapon of death.  It would be time enough when the battle was won to cast that weapon aside.

During those days of watching and conflict, she held little converse with Guy.  He was like a child, content in his waking hours to have her near him, and fretful if she were ever absent.  Under Kieff’s guidance, she nursed him with unfailing care, developing a skill with which she had never credited herself.  As gradually his strength returned, he would have her do everything for him, resenting even Kieff’s interference though never actively resisting his authority.  He seemed to stand in awe of Kieff, Sylvia noticed, a feeling from which she herself was not wholly free.  For there was a subtle mastery about him which influenced her in spite of herself.  But she had put aside her instinctive dislike of the man because of the debt she owed him.  He had brought Guy back, had wrenched him from the very jaws of Death, and she would never forget it.  He had saved her from a life-long sorrow.

And so, as slowly Guy returned, she schooled herself to subdue a certain distrust of him which was never wholly absent from her consciousness.  She forced herself to treat him as a friend.  She silenced the warning voice within her that had bade her so constantly beware.  Perhaps her own physical endurance had begun to waver a little after the long strain.  Undoubtedly his influence over her was such as it could scarcely have become under any other circumstances.  Her long obedience to his will in the matter of Guy had brought her to a state of submission at which once she would have scoffed.  And when at last, the worst of the battle over, she was overtaken by an overpowering weariness of mind and body, all things combined to place her at a hopeless disadvantage.