Probably without, because she had freely used its staff as a weapon of defence, and her former skill in fencing stood her in good stead.

But at last she was gripped by two constables, one of them an oldish man and the other a plain-clothes policeman, whom several spectators had singled out for his pleasure in needless brutalities.
These men proceeded to give her "punishment," and involuntarily she shrieked with mingled agony of pain and outraged sex-revolt.

A man who had paused irresolutely on the kerb of a street refuge came to her aid.

He dealt the grey-haired constable a blow that sent him reeling and then seized the plain-clothes man by his coat collar.

A struggle ensued which ended in the intervener being flung with such violence on the kerb stone that he was temporarily stunned.
Presently he found himself being dragged along with his heels dangling, while Vivie, described in language which my jury of matrons will not allow me to repeat, was being propelled alongside him, her clothes nearly torn off her, to some police station where they were placed under arrest.