“Chuck ’em out, Mister Crowhurst!”
“We don’t want the likes of them in Pulborough!”
Joan Gaunt was for pushing her way in, and the landlord gave way. He said a few words to the crowd, shut the door, and followed the suffragettes into the long passage.
“Sorry, ladies, but you’ll have to turn out. I can’t keep you. It isn’t safe.”
Lizzie Straker’s claws were still out.
“But you have got to. You keep a public house. It’s the law!”
A voice chimed in from the end of the passage:
“John, I won’t have those women in my house! No, I won’t; that’s a fact. They’ve got neither sense nor manners.”
“All right, my dear.”
“If I had my way, I’d have them all put in asylums. Disgusting fools. I don’t care; let them summon us. I won’t have them in my house.”