ABSTRACT
As Lesbia, lame herself and driving her unsteady machine along at top speed, rushed again into Stratton, she heard the handbells and voices of criers, and saw groups of people gathered in the main street. Already in the near distance she had caught the words ‘battle’ and ‘Ireland,’ and now heard all clearly, as she dismounted with a backward spring amid the crowd. ‘Great Battle by Land and Sea near Queenstown, Ireland! General Redhill and Admiral St George both engaged! The Invaders attacked in fr ont and flank! Terrible fighting! Latest Dublin despatch! Great Battle in progress since nine o’clock this morning!’
