He looked at her and nodded.
The little dark boats had moved nearer, people were crowding curiously along the hedge by the high-road, to see what was to be seen.

Birkin and Ursula went to the cottage with the key, then turned their backs on the lake.

She was in great haste.

She could not bear the terrible crushing boom of the escaping water.
'Do you think they are dead ?' she cried in a high voice, to make herself heard.
'Yes,' he replied.
'Isn't it horrible!' He paid no heed.

They walked up the hill, further and further away from the noise.
'Do you mind very much ?' she asked him.
'I don't mind about the dead,' he said, 'once they are dead.