And I'm afraid the poor people will cry, and I should hear them.

Oh, dear!" "There are a good many passengers on board; and to tell the truth, Diamond, I don't care about your hearing the cry you speak of.

I am afraid you would not get it out of your little head again for a long time." "But how can you bear it then, North Wind?
For I am sure you are kind.

I shall never doubt that again." "I will tell you how I am able to bear it, Diamond: I am always hearing, through every noise, through all the noise I am making myself even, the sound of a far-off song.

I do not exactly know where it is, or what it means; and I don't hear much of it, only the odour of its music, as it were, flitting across the great billows of the ocean outside this air in which I make such a storm; but what I do hear is quite enough to make me able to bear the cry from the drowning ship.