‘And they call this War. I don’t.’
I said:
‘But what else is it?’
Maud said:
‘Murder. Massacre.’
And the cook and Ada nodded their heads.
The funny old cook with her grey plait of hair sat up very straight in her chair.
She said:
‘I could find it in my heart to be a second Charlotte Corday.’
I was surprised at her, and I could not remember what Charlotte Corday had done.