There was a rush, and she was dragged from the base of one of Landseer's lions on which she stood.

Her skirt was half rent off her and her bodice split down the back.

Finally, she was conveyed away, kicking, biting, and scratching, by a number of police.

It was a disgusting sight, and tumult ensued.
"Let us go," said Oro.

"Your officers of order are good; the rest is not good." Later we found ourselves opposite to the doors of a famous restaurant where a magnificent and gigantic commissionaire helped ladies from motor-cars, receiving in return money from the men who attended on them.
We entered; it was the hour of dinner.