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International Perspectives
on Exclusionary Pressures
in Education
How Inclusion becomes
Exclusion
Edited by
Elizabeth J. Done
Helen Knowler
International Perspectives on Exclusionary
Pressures in Education
Elizabeth J. Done • Helen Knowler
Editors
International
Perspectives on
Exclusionary
Pressures in
Education
How Inclusion becomes Exclusion
Editors
Elizabeth J. Done Helen Knowler
Plymouth Institute of Education Graduate School of Education
Plymouth University University of Exeter
Plymouth, UK Exeter, UK
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Contents
1 I ntroduction 1
Elizabeth J. Done and Helen Knowler
2 Exclusion
and the ‘Wicked Problem’ of Behaviour in
Australian Schools 23
David Armstrong
3 Removing
Inclusion: An Analysis of Exclusionary
Processes in the Italian School System 45
Fabio Dovigo
4 Exclusion
and Neoliberal Public Sector Management 65
David Hall
5 The
Migratory Experience: Challenging Inclusionary
Measures 85
Hanne Riese, Line Torbjørnsen Hilt, and Juhar Yasin Abamosa
v
vi Contents
6 Exclusionary
Practices and Danish School Policy105
Lotte Hedegaard-Sɵrensen
7 Labels
of Convenience/Labels of Opportunity125
Jonathan Rix
8 The
Other Students with Special Educational Needs and
the Attainment Gap143
Christos Dimitriadis
9 History,
Space and Schooling Among Indigenous
Australians163
Jenny Dean and Philip Roberts
10 Education
Policy and Roma Children in Romania183
Stefánia Toma
11 Twenty
Years Later: Has Inclusive Education in South
Africa Been Realised?205
Dana K. Donohue and Juan Bornman
12 Racial
Justice and School Exclusion217
Zahra Bei
13 Education
and Exclusion in Mongolia235
Ariunzul Liijuu-Ochir and Valerie Huggins
14 ‘Unruly’
Ethnic Minorities: Exclusion Through Policy
Constructions259
Sana Rizvi
Contents vii
15 The
Paradox of Special Support and Separation279
Andreas Köpfer and Run Tan
16 Gender-Based
Violence and School Exclusion295
Sarah Cole
17 Gender-Based
Exclusion in Turkish Schools313
Melike Acar
18 Changing
Regulations and Practices in Spain327
Carmen Carmona, Donatella Donato, and
Sandra García de Fez
19 Inclusion,
Exclusion and Syrian Refugees in Turkey345
Sümeyye Derin
A
fterword363
Graham Hallett and Fiona Hallett
I ndex371
Notes on Contributors
Contributors
Juhar Yasin Abamosa University, Inland Norway University of Applied
Sciences, Lillehammer, Norway
Melike Acar MEF University, Istanbul, Turkey
David Armstrong RMIT University, Melbourne, Australia
Zahra Bei Institute of Education, University College London, London, UK
Juan Bornman Centre for Augmentative and Alternative Communication,
University of Pretoria, Pretoria, South Africa
Carmen Carmona University of Valencia, Valencia, Spain
ix
x Notes on Contributors
xiii
1
Introduction
Elizabeth J. Done and Helen Knowler
The chapters in this collected works reflect a growing awareness that the
project of educational inclusion or inclusive education, as laid out in
international policy discourse and conventions of the 1990s, is failing
many young people. From a social justice perspective, aspirations to ‘full
inclusion’ (UNESCO, 1994) and international conventions declaring
the ‘rights’ of all children to an education (UN, 1989, 2006) have
prompted a familiar political rhetoric about striving to achieve educa-
tional and social inclusivity. At the same time, governments have failed to
address the obstacles to realising these international policy objectives.
Indeed, a key proposition outlined in this book is that it is the neoliberal
economic and political order, now globally dominant, which presents the
E. J. Done (*)
University of Plymouth, Plymouth, England
e-mail: Elizabeth.done@plymouth.ac.uk
H. Knowler
University of Wolverhampton, Wolverhampton, England
e-mail: H.Knowler@wlv.ac.uk
their peers, and by removing them from the classroom for remedial or
compensatory programmes. Contributors summarise the ensuing state of
affairs as “exclusionary inclusion” and note its “everydayness”. Some
question whether a “dichotomised” education system (special and main-
stream or regular) should be considered inclusionary. Others explore how
schools may discriminate against specific groups of students and engage
in varied practices that, despite a political inclusion agenda, stigmatise
and marginalise them, or completely remove them from education set-
tings. Lotte Hedegaard-Sɵrensen investigates the exclusionary effects of the
Danish state’s move away from an ethical and rights-based discourse in
education towards a neoliberal accountability discourse that includes the
introduction of tests and national measurements.
Authors were invited to bear the concept of intersectionality in mind
when identifying exclusionary pressures within their national context.
The phrase “exclusionary inclusion” implies that some students are
oppressed whilst, drawing on Braidotti (2020), intersectionality high-
lights that some groups of students are subject to multiple oppressions
that influence their participation in, or exclusion from, education. This
text therefore considers learning difficulties and disability, socioeconomic
status, race, ethnicity, gender and gender-based identities, and their inter-
action in specific contexts. It recognises that power relations have histori-
cal, spatial, and racialised dimensions as explored by Jenny Dean and
Philip Roberts in an Australian context. These authors argue that the
structural exclusion from power and privilege that once resulted from
colonialism is now effected through a neoliberal education system.
Stefania Toma investigates the situation of Roma students in Romania
and the effect of a complex net of intersecting factors, including poverty,
ethnic and racial discrimination, segregation, and exclusion.
Whilst the invisibility of exclusionary practices can be effected in many
educational contexts (Done & Knowler, 2021), as Connell (2013) argues,
exclusion is a condition of the existence of neoliberal marketised educa-
tion systems. Rather than argue that inclusion and exclusion are mutually
constitutive (Kristeva, 1986), implying a universalising tendency,
Connell’s (2013) analysis is historically specific. Neoliberal educational
systems require “visible losers” (p. 282) if, for example, parents are to
choose one school or commodified service over another, and if the sense
1 Introduction 7
But it was not possible. He was coming. Why, why, in wonder's name,
had he changed his plainly expressed intention of keeping away?
She felt sure something must have happened to cause him to reconsider
his decision. Had he come to the conclusion that it was right that Lance
should know their story—hers and his? Had he resolved to tell it?
If so, they must have another tussle, he and she; for somehow she felt
sure that he would do nothing without giving her fair warning.
Every nerve in her quivered at the thought of seeing him. The few short
words in which he had expressed his newly-born contempt said themselves
over and over in her mind continually. How would he look? What should
she say? What would happen?
"They're judging the foals. Such funny little rats! Come and see them
run round," said Lance's voice, close to her.
She looked up at him almost pitifully, as if searching his face for visible
assurance of love. He was not looking at her, nor thinking much of her
apparently. His visit to Russia had been a pleasant experience for a clever
young fellow—he had had his fill of flattery and attention from the English
coterie at St. Petersburg. He was very fond of Millie, but the idea did cross
his mind now and then that she hardly seemed conscious enough of the
really fine match she was making. To-day, his attention was by no means
hers. It was all concentrated upon the live stock.
She crossed the grass at his side, and stood by the rope enclosure,
among the friendly faces of the Dalesmen. There was Alfred Dow, still
unmarried, handsome as ever, if more solid; by his side, talking to him, the
demure figure of her cousin Barbara. So even the Vicarage was beginning
to march with the times! There was the farmer who was reckoned the best
judge of horse-flesh in the horse-loving shire, and who might have served
as a model for the typical John Bull, as he stood in his gaiters and beaver
hat, watching the paces of the candidates. Melicent was watching them too,
with real interest, when it seemed to her as though a touch were laid on her
heart. Without raising her eyes, she knew who had drawn near. She shivered
as she turned, and saw the Captain waiting to be greeted.
She said, "How do you do," without daring to meet his eyes; yet she
longed to know how they stood, and on what terms this man was once again
at her side.
As once before, at Lone Ash, she became sensible that he wished her to
look at him. She knew he must read the signs of confusion on her face. The
news of his coming had been too recent for her to have recovered from it.
But she could not lift her eyes. Lance's cheerful greetings more than
covered her silence; he was sincerely glad to see his friend. After a minute's
chat, however, he was called away. He was much in request that day, and
had to go off with his father and judge rams, deputing Melicent to "show
Brooke round."
Alone with Hubert, her courage turned to water. For a long minute they
two stood there, unnoticed in the crowd, holding their breath, dizzy,
overwhelmed by the mere fact of each other's presence.
She dared not refuse the challenge. Her eyes, when she lifted them, held
a piteous appeal.
But it was relief of which she was sensible as she met his gaze. It was
kind and gentle. He looked ill; so ill that she wondered that Lance had not
cried out upon him. He was like a man who has passed through some
shattering experience, she thought. There were dark marks below his eyes,
he had lost flesh, and he was pale, though so tanned that this was not
obvious. But in his face was no shadow of the contempt she had feared to
see, and had winced from the thought of.
"Oh, I must tell you my doubts and fears, and how I have tortured
myself since last I saw you!"
"They are roofing it," he said. "The roof goes on this week."
"Oh, do tell me what the effect is! Do tell me how it looks from the road
below the gate!"
"Yes," said Hubert absently. "That's very true; he has been a great help."
She sent a sidelong glance at him, and noted afresh the marked change
in his expression. There was a look upon the mouth that went to her heart in
an indescribable way. It made her long to beg his pardon for the things she
had said to him that night. The indefensibility of her own conduct
throughout smote upon her in quite a new way. Never before in all her life
had she felt the salutary self-reproach which now reddened her cheek, tied
her tongue, and seemed to leave her helpless before him.
"Oh," she thought, "if he knew how much stronger he is when he looks
like that than when he is in one of those awful rages."
"The effect of those middle windows, with the transoms, which we had
such doubt about, is awfully good, to my thinking. It only needs one thing."
"One thing?"
"Which I must consult you about. I have come here on purpose to talk
of it I feel, perhaps, as if my presence here may—to you—want a little
explaining. I have come because I thought I ought to. When can you give
me a few minutes?"
It was true then: there had, as she guessed, been a specific reason for his
appearance. Strangely enough, she had never thought that it would be
anything in connection with Lone Ash. Yet what more natural?
"Very."
"You had better come over to Glen Royd to-morrow morning. I do hope
it's not—any mistake I've made?"
He hesitated.
"Well, I'm afraid that's just what it is. But I don't think it's irretrievable."
"Oh, don't tell me it's structural! We managed that thrust of the wall on
the north so splendidly with the buttress."
They had moved away, talking together, from the foals' enclosure, and
were crossing the grass slowly, not knowing whither they went. Sybil Ayres
approached them, with two or three gentlemen, some of her military
convalescents. She bowed to Melicent, whom she cordially disliked, and
was passing on, when one of her companions cried:
"Why, surely that must be Miss Lutwyche! How d'ye do? Didn't expect
to see me here, did you?"
And Melicent was looking into the humorous, relentless hatchet face of
Amurrica. His eye wandered over her, noting every detail of her appearance
and costume; from her to her companion; and Melicent, with her faculties
sharpened by the emergency, saw with delight that he did not recognise
Bert. Her expression did not change.
"I am afraid you are mistaken," she said politely. "I do not think we are
acquainted."
"I am. I remember, there was someone of your name in the place. But I
do not remember that we were ever acquainted. I did not know any of the
diamond miners."
"I'm a diamond major now," cried Amurrica, with an unpleasant laugh.
"Look here, Miss Lutwyche, we shall be obliged to refresh your memory a
little. D'you remember your father's funeral? I was there."
"The whole town was there," said Millie, with indifference. Then, with
an air of stopping the conversation, she said to Miss Ayres: "Have you been
in the tents? Is it worth while taking Captain Brooke to see the fruit?"
"Not a bit," he answered. "Just as big a beast as ever! But do you mind
my saying I think it was unwise to cut him? You've made him savage, and
he may be rude."
"Let him," said Millie contemptuously. "It is quite true that I never
knew him. You know, I never would speak to him. How could he be rude?"
"Well, he can't say anything I'm ashamed of," said Millie coolly.
"Well, I haven't got any enemies now," was the careless answer.
CALUMNY
I? What I answered? As I live
I never fancied such a thing
As answer possible to give.
—COUNT GISMOND.
"Well, if I'm tellin' lies, you can easily prove it, you know," said
Amurrica jocosely. "The young lady's got a short memory, but I daresay it
can be refreshed."
"You could easily do that," said Otis pensively. "I'm in quite the early
stages of my convalescence. However, there's no need. Of course I
withdraw all I said. Naturally, I thought you must know all about—well,
well! Keep your hair on! Sorry I spoke. Can't say more than that, can I?
Only this one thing I must say. My boy, Arnie Lutwyche, has lived in hopes
of finding his sister when he got to England. Are you goin' to prevent his
speakin' to her?"
"There's some absurd error," said Lance, in a rage. "I tell you Miss
Lutwyche has no brothers. I also warn you, Major Otis, that there are libel
laws in England."
Just as he departed, Madeline and Theo, who had been for a long time
hanging around, in hopes of being introduced to some officers, ventured to
come up, and found themselves welcomed by Miss Ayres with quite
unwonted cordiality.
"Oh, do come here! Miss Lutwyche is your cousin, isn't she?" she cried.
"You must be introduced to an old friend of hers!"
"Why," said Madeline, "then I expect the Major could tell us all about
Millie before she came to England—what we have always wanted to know
—how she got her arm broken, and so on."
"I can tell you that, certainly. She broke her arm scrambling out through
a skylight to meet her lover, when her stepmother had locked her in."
"That we can easily believe," cried Theo. "Father sent her away from
the Vicarage for that very same thing—getting out of her bedroom window
at night! And then she tried to fix the blame on Gwen."
"Do you suppose Mr. Burmester knows all this?" she cried.
"If he don't, he oughter," said Otis, whose English was apt to fray, as it
were, when he grew familiar or confidential. "The person that told him
would be doin' him a kindness. Look here! I ought to know something
about that gal, since I was engaged to marry her, with her mother's
consent."
"We were short of gals in Slabbert's Poort," said Amurrica, with that
irresistible dry grin which always fascinated people. "But the day her father
was buried, Mestaer, the feller she was carryin' on with, picked a quarrel
with me, fought me, pounded me into a jelly, and carried off my gal that
night."
Madeline grew very red. The seriousness of this accusation was more
than she had contemplated. After all, Melicent was a Cooper!
"You must mean he tried to carry her off," she said faintly.
Major Otis took out the cigar he was smoking—one of General Ayres'
best—and touched her sleeve lightly with one finger.
"Having gone so far, you ought to speak out, I think," said Madeline.
He shook his head, and looked sympathetic.
"Well then, why spoil her chances?" He shrugged his shoulders and
replaced his cigar.
"Why, there are the Burmesters to think of," cried Sybil Ayres
indignantly. "And the Helstons, whom she has deceived all these years."
"You had better tell us what you know; we are her cousins," said Theo.
"Well, what I'm tellin' you now, I'm prepared to swear to, before any
magistrate in this county," he replied, as if reluctantly. "It's simply this.
Mestaer carried off Millie Lutwyche to his house and kept her there. After
some days he deserted her, went off and enlisted—and the chaplain chipped
in, and sent her home to her friends. Arnie Lutwyche will tell you all
whether that's true or not, and you must decide whether Burmester ought to
be told."
Meanwhile Lance, in white heat, made his way to where his party were
standing.
"Melicent," he said, "do you know there's a brute of a chap called Otis
here to-day—a fellow that was notorious in Africa for all kinds of rascality
—telling everybody that he knows you, and has got a brother of yours over
here with him as his servant. What does he mean by such cheek?"
Melicent turned quickly to him. "What does he say? He has one of the
Lutwyche boys here?"
"Do I understand that Lance will have a family of half Boer brothers-in-
law?" she said.
"It would have been better had it been given before," echoed his mother,
very stiffly.
Melicent dared not look at Bert. She held up her little head proudly.
"I was under the impression that everyone knew," she said. "Pater and
Mater certainly do, and I assumed they had told you long ago. Please
believe that I have never had the least intention of sailing under false
colours."
"Keep clear of the Ayres party, mother," said Lance. "Brooke's right,
he's a beast. Come, Melicent, I am going to start the sports now."
Her pride was cruelly wounded, and her conscience reiterated, "Serve
you right!" She knew that had she really loved Lancelot she would have
known no peace until she had told him all about Hubert. She ought to have
done so. Now some kind of explanation was unavoidable. It was impossible
but that Lance should return to the subject. She now felt certain that Otis
would tell everybody who would listen some garbled version of her flight
from her stepmother's house. Vaguely she began to realise how far it was in
his power to injure her; and she knew that, had Lance been in possession of
the actual facts, he would have had no power to injure her at all. She had
left her lover in the position of being unable to contradict effectively
anything that might be said.
The figure she must cut was not a dignified one. If she broke off the
engagement, it could but seem that she did so because she was found out,
and dreaded further revelations. If she confessed to Lance, he must feel that
she did so only because concealment was no longer practicable, to say
nothing of the suspicions which she must arouse by the mere fact of not
having spoken before. She saw that, whatever she did, she must lower
herself, perhaps fatally, in the eyes of her lover. She positively shrank from
the abyss before her. She could not see how she could avoid public
humiliation, and what was worse, she must sink in the eyes of the Helstons
too. They had loved, shielded, trusted her. She had wilfully gone her own
way, keeping from them all that most nearly concerned her, locking her
heart, hiding it away from them....
It was human nature that, at the moment, Lance's regard should seem to
her more precious than ever before. No woman is ready to resign her lover
because she has ceased to be pleasing in his sight.
She stood by his side, watching, with eyes that swam in tears, the great
raw-boned Dalesmen slouching round the sloping, bumpy course with
limbs all abroad, yet keeping up a pace that was undeniable, as they
completed lap after lap of the walking race, which was the great event of
the day, a professional champion from another county being entered for it.
Outwardly she maintained her pride and spirit. She smiled and chatted
to Lance so naturally that he began to forget his uneasiness.
"Vrouw Lutwyche cast me off," said Millie. "She repudiated me. I never
expected to hear of her again. They are well-to-do; there seemed no reason
why they should trouble themselves; they only wanted to be rid of me."
"Oh," she said, in her hardest voice, "I suppose so; but nobody could
think it. They are all Boer, through and through. I could not love them. I am
a cold person, as you know. I should have told you of them, if I had not
made quite sure you knew."
He did not reply for a moment; when he did, what he said startled her.
"It at least shows how far we have been from perfect confidence."
She looked at him astonished, taken aback. He was studying the race
card.
"I think it ought to come before marriage, don't you?" said Lance.
She felt as if he had opened an oubliette at her feet. How could she tell
him what ought to be told? But evidently she must either do that or lose
him. She firmly believed that, in his wholesome, out-of-doors life, were no
dark corners concealed from her.
However far she was from passion, she liked Lance dearly. The idea of
his contempt was extremely painful.
All her life she had prided herself upon her honesty!
And her attempt to assert her independence of spirit had led her into this
impasse!
CHAPTER XXXIV
Sybil Ayres, who was animated by a very lively desire to pay out
Lancelot for being about to marry someone else, manœuvred repeatedly to
approach the Burmester party, and fling her fire-brand into their midst. But
in some unaccountable way they seemed to elude her. After a time she
appealed to Captain Brooke, who happened to be passing by.
"What, one of the Boer boys? He had better go and call upon her to-
morrow at Glen Royd, I should think. This is a public sort of meeting-place;
and as you see, she is leaving the ground now with Lady Burmester's party."
"It looks just as if Miss Lutwyche was avoiding him," tittered Miss
Ayres.
"It is Major Otis whom they are all avoiding, by my advice," said the
Captain gravely.
"Because he knows all about Miss Lutwyche's African life? That looks
as if there were something to be ashamed of, doesn't it?" said the girl
impertinently.
"I will say the same to Otis himself, if you wish. He has no business in
any gentleman's house, and he knows it. Whatever he told me, I should be
sure was a lie, merely because Otis said it."
"But—but—" stammered Sybil, crimson, "the vicar says that all Major
Otis tells him is borne out by his own knowledge, only the real facts were
kept from him by Mr. Mayne. The Major says he is prepared to swear
before any magistrate that all he says is true."
"Oh, Captain Brooke, do you really think that what he says about Miss
Lutwyche is untrue? Because the vicar is gone to lay the matter before Sir
Joseph. He felt it his duty. Major Otis says Miss Lutwyche, if asked, can't,
and won't deny it."
"If—if it's true, Miss Lutwyche ought not— But I couldn't possibly tell
you!"
"Yet you could listen," he broke in. "You could stand by while that
coward dared to mishandle the name of a girl you have known for years!
You could believe his vile accusations! Well, now, he has chosen to do this
thing in public, and I'll make him regret it to the last day he lives. I'll just
trouble Major Otis to repeat his lies to me! Excuse plain speaking. But I
know this man, and you don't."
The Burmester party, including the vicar and the Helstons, were just
driving away as he strode with his long, firm stride, across the field to
where the Major stood, a cluster of eager listeners around him. His hand
rested on the shoulder of a big, slouching boy, swarthy, with high cheek-
bones and little black eyes, who seemed about as unlike what one would
imagine Melicent's brother as anything could be.
"This boy can tell you it's all true," he was saying, "and so could
Mestaer, if he hadn't got shot as a spy later on, in the campaign."
"I knew Mestaer," said the Captain, in a carrying voice. "Perhaps the
fact may serve as an introduction between us, Major. Now you tell me,
straight out, the truth about him and Miss Lutwyche, just as you have been
telling these friends of ours, will you?"
Alfred Dow was close to Bert; Mrs. Cooper and her daughters not far
off.
The Captain listened with perfect calmness. When it was done, he said
quietly: "That all?"
"Well," said Bert, "then my turn comes. You have had no scruple in
saying this abominable thing out before ladies, which alone might have
opened their eyes as to the kind of refuse you are; so I have no scruple in
telling you, before ladies, that you lie. You lie, sir, as a Boer traitor might be
expected to do. Yes, grin! Show them all the false teeth you wear in place of
those Mestaer knocked down your throat on the day you laid your plans
against Miss Lutwyche! Hold your tongue! You've had your innings this
afternoon; now I'm going to have mine! You lied again when you said
Mestaer was shot. He is alive, as you probably know. What you don't know
is that he is in England. The Bishop of Pretoria is in England too. Both
these witnesses can prove the untruth of your story, as you know; and I both
can and will produce them—not here, but in open court, unless you confess
yourself a malicious liar, and offer a public apology. If you don't withdraw
every word you have said against Miss Lutwyche this afternoon, you shall
pay such swingeing damages as shall exhaust the last of the loot you stole
when you were in the Boer Irish Brigade, before the taking of Kroonstadt.
Ha, you see, I know!"
He had spoken without a pause. The white intensity of his rage had
carried him along, and the silent sympathy of the excited audience seemed
to make itself felt. Amurrica had several times tried to break in, but in vain.
But now he uttered a howl of rage, and fuming, turned to those about him.
"He thinks to frighten me! He thinks he can— By the—— Who are you,
sir? Who are you to take up the cudgels for this young lady?"
All eyes were turned upon the uncouth lad. He lifted his eyes to his
questioner with a very curious look; he did not seem to notice Otis, who
still kept a heavy hand on his shoulder.
Here the boy shook off the Major's touch, and stood up.
"Yes; to make her go quiet; only mother was drunk, and she done too
much."
There was a kind of growl all round among the listening Dalesmen. Otis
grew green, and clenched his fist.
"Had Otis paid your mother to arrange the matter?" went on Bert
relentlessly.
"Yes."
"And this is the cur," said Hubert, between his teeth, "who has dared to
slander a young innocent girl before you all this day."
Otis was literally foaming at the mouth. His mortification was choking
him.
"I said what was true!" he screamed. "Mestaer did carry her off! I said
no more! She was in his house! That's all I said."
"Yes, and that's what you'll go to hell for saying!" shouted Dow,
cracking a formidable whip he held, and stamping with excitement. "It isn't
a sjambok, Captain, but let me lay it round him once or twice! Let me just
give him the feel of it! Do now!"
Bert waved him back.
"If it wasn't for his health," he said, "I would be inclined to let you do as
you liked with him. But he's ill, Dow, and he mustn't be touched. But if
there's a soul present will let him inside his doors after this, I shall be
surprised. You're a discredited traitor," he said fiercely to the livid Otis.
"How you got your commission is one of the many mysteries of the late
campaign. Having come through so far, you might have had the common
decency to lie low and keep your poisonous tongue quiet!"
Otis appealed, gasping in his rage, to General Ayres; but the General
turned his back upon him.
"We took our convalescents on trust," he said coldly. "That trust the War
Office has betrayed. I will send your luggage to any address you like to give
me."
"But look here—is this justice, bare justice? His word against mine,
that's all you've got, except for this lying little Boer—"
"We all know and respect Captain Brooke," said the General, bowing to
Hubert. "I may add, we all know and admire Miss Lutwyche." He raised his
hat, as Hubert had done. "Gentlemen, may I venture to suggest—three
cheers for Miss Lutwyche?"
The field rang again. The hurrahs rolled away across the Dale, and
Brenda remarked, as they drove silently."
"That must have been a close race! Hark, how they are cheering the
winner!"
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