The Best of Daughters (2012)
“The sergeant seated behind the desk wore an expression of barely controlled irritation. He was assisted by an equally harassed-looking junior officer as they took the names and addresses of the women who had been arrested outside the palace. Ruby was protesting loudly but some of the younger suffragettes were visibly upset and openly weeping. Daisy was too stunned to say anything. After a bone-rattling ride to Bow Street in the confines of the horse-drawn Black Maria, she had tried to recall th...e precise course of events that had led to her arrest, but all she could remember was hitting the constable with her tightly furled parasol and knocking his helmet off. She had known then that she was in deep trouble.
‘Next.’ She was not dreaming: this was a living nightmare. She was standing in front of the desk, looking up into the face of a man who quite obviously had little sympathy for women’s suffrage.
‘Name?’ He glared at her, pen poised.
The full impact of what she had done hit her with the force of a tidal wave.MoreLess
‘Next.’ She was not dreaming: this was a living nightmare. She was standing in front of the desk, looking up into the face of a man who quite obviously had little sympathy for women’s suffrage.
‘Name?’ He glared at her, pen poised.
The full impact of what she had done hit her with the force of a tidal wave.MoreLess
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