« Gentles and simples, I address you all… » « She’s England,” they whispered. “It’s begun.” » « “England am I,” she piped again; and stopped. » « She had forgetten her lines. “Hear! Hear!” said an old man in a white waistcoat briskly. “Bravo! Bravo!”

“Blast’em!” cursed Miss La Trobe, hidden behind the tree. She looked along the front row. They glared as if they were exposed to a frost that nipped them and fixed them all at the same level. Only Bond the cowman looked fluid and natural. “Music!” she signalled. “Music!” But the  machine continued: Chuff, chuff, chuff. »

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