She could not bear to see him winding heavily and laboriously, bending and rising mechanically like a slave, turning the handle.
Then, a real shock to her, there came a loud splashing of water from out of the dark, tree-filled hollow beyond the road, a splashing that deepened rapidly to a harsh roar, and then became a heavy, booming noise of a great body of water falling solidly all the time.

It occupied the whole of the night, this great steady booming of water, everything was drowned within it, drowned and lost.

Ursula seemed to have to struggle for her life.

She put her hands over her ears, and looked at the high bland moon.
'Can't we go now ?' she cried to Birkin, who was watching the water on the steps, to see if it would get any lower.

It seemed to fascinate him.