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General Alderson and General Burstall of the Canadian Division came hurrying up the road and paused for a moment to shake hands, and to remark that the Germans appeared to be making a heavy attack upon the French. We wondered whether they would get back to their headquarters or not.
The artillery under Colonel Burstall were with the First Brigade whilst the Cavalry were at Sling plantation, and Divisional Headquarters at Bustard Camp. Earl Roberts came out to review us on Saturday, the 27th of October. I had not seen the hero of Kandahar since the day he marched past the King, resplendant in the scarlet and gold of a Field-Marshal on the Plains of Abraham, at Quebec.
That is wanting the vote. That is wanting it as much as I do. "You women are you prepared to go against your men? To give up your men?" There were cries of "Rather!" from two of the eleven young girls who had come too soon. Miss Burstall shook her head and murmured, "Hopeless confusion of thought. If this is what it's going to be like, Heaven help us!"
"If we differ, we differ, not as to our end, but solely as to the means we, personally and individually, are prepared to employ." She looked round. "Agreed." "Not agreed," said Dorothy and Miss Burstall and Miss Farmer all at once. "I will now call on Miss Maud Blackadder to speak. "I protest," said Miss Burstall. "There has been confusion." "There really has, Rosalind," said Dorothy.
"Our Chairwoman has reminded me that I came here to tell you what the program of our Union is. And I can tell you in six words. It's Hell-for-leather, and it's Neck-or-nothing!" "Now," said Rosalind sweetly, bowing towards Miss Burstall, "it's your turn. We should like to know what you have to say." Miss Burstall did not rise and in the end Dorothea spoke.
Fighting women, not talkers not writers not thinkers are what we want!" She sat down, heaving a little with the ground-swell of her storm, amid applause in which only Miss Burstall and Miss Farmer did not join. She was now looking extraordinarily handsome. Rosalind bent over and whispered something in her ear. She rose to her feet again, flushed, smiling at them, triumphant.
Burstall, the widow of Canon Burstall, resides at Winchester; my grandfather, Lieutenant Warren, was killed in the Crimea or more likely died of neglected wounds owing to the shamefully misconducted, man-conducted Army Medical Service of those days. My mother in early days was better known as Miss Kate Vavasour. She was the intimate friend of a celebrated barrister who "
Rosalind Jervis looked at her watch with a businesslike air; paper and pencils were produced; coats were thrown on the little school-desks and benches in the corner where Dorothy and her brothers had sat at their lessons with Mr. Miss Burstall and Miss Farmer looked at each other and Miss Burstall spoke. "We understood that this was to be an informal meeting.
I think it must be mother who has notices posted to me, probably through that scoundrel, Bax Strangeways ... generally in the London Argus and the Vie-de-Paris cracking up the Warren Hotels in Brussels, Berlin, Buda-Pest and Roquebrune. What a comedy!... "There's my Aunt Liz at Winchester Mrs. Canon Burstall won't know me I'm too compromising.
Here I met many old friends of the St. Eloi battle and, curiously enough, it was at this very spot that I filmed the scene of the Northumberland Fusiliers, or Fighting Fifth, returning from battle, fagged out, but happy. General Burstall was there, and as soon as he saw me he came up and said: "Hullo, Malins, you here? Why I thought you would have been killed long ago."
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