I heard the voice of the Tempter speaking to me: Launch it, and leave him to die! I waited with my hands on the boat, and my eyes on the place where he slept.

'Leave him! leave him!' the voice whispered.
'Love him!' the lad's voice answered, moaning and murmuring in his sleep.

'Love him, Clara, for helping _me!_' I heard the morning wind come up in the silence over the great deep.

Far and near, I heard the groaning of the floating ice; floating, floating to the clear water and the balmy air.

And the wicked Voice floated away with it--away, away, away forever! 'Love him! love him, Clara, for helping _me!_' No wind could float that away! 'Love him, Clara--'" His voice sank into silence; his head dropped on Crayford's breast.
Frank saw it.