Chapter 10
11.00 a.m.
Emmeline looked around at the bundled-up marchers, wrapped in their coats, boots, scarves and gloves. Some had placards with them, others, in pairs, had cloth banners fastened on wooden poles, that they’d laid rolled up under the table while they had breakfast. She read one or two of them now: ‘Equal work, equal pay’ and ‘Opportunities for women’. It seemed ridiculous, didn’t it, that after finally being accepted at universities, and being allowed to participate in the war effort – being used as spies and bomb makers, gaining a place in the armed forces and risking getting their faces blown off any day – that these women had to gather here in the snow to try and gain some kind of credibility for their argument.
All these women. They were like the students on the Un
