There was a great roaring, for the wind was dashing against London like a sea; but at North Wind's back Diamond, of course, felt nothing of it all.

He was in a perfect calm.

He could hear the sound of it, that was all.
By and by he raised himself and looked over the edge of his nest.

There were the houses rushing up and shooting away below him, like a fierce torrent of rocks instead of water.

Then he looked up to the sky, but could see no stars; they were hidden by the blinding masses of the lady's hair which swept between.