Her voice was always dispassionate and tense, and perfectly confident.

Yet she shuddered with a sense of nausea, a sort of seasickness that always threatened to overwhelm her mind.

But her mind remained unbroken, her will was still perfect.

It almost sent Birkin mad.

But he would never, never dare to break her will, and let loose the maelstrom of her subconsciousness, and see her in her ultimate madness.