From Convent to Conflict; Or, A Nun's Account of the Invasion of BelgiumMarie Antoine, Sister
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From Convent to Conflict; Or, A Nun's Account of the Invasion of Belgium
Marie Antoine, Sister
Couvent des Filles de Marie (Willebroeck, Belgium); World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Belgium
About three o’clock, benumbed with cold and indisposed, we staggered to
the gangway and were assisted downstairs, where we tried to rest for a
time. About five o’clock in the evening the hills and rugged banks of
England made their appearance. At six o’clock we entered the harbor of
Folkstone. Everyone was obliged to show his or her passport and undergo
the doctor’s examination. This occupied just an hour. Happy to again set
foot on “terra firma,” we hastened to the train, which stood waiting to
take us to London, a ride of two or three hours. In the meantime
darkness had closed in and we saw nothing outside of our compartment
until after nine o’clock, as we approached the suburbs of London.
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CHAPTER XVII.
LONDON AND LEEDS.
One of the first things to attract attention, as we approached the city,
was the double-decked street car. It was so strange to see the people
sitting in those box-like cases, up on top of the car. From appearances,
one would think this kind of conveyance in danger of tipping over at
every turn of the street.
A little before ten o’clock we steamed into Victoria Station, London,
and immediately made our way to the office of the Relief Committee, who
kindly exchanged our Belgian money for English currency and gave us
cards to the Premier Hotel, Southampton Row, Russell Square, London.
The Belgians who came to England on this occasion were people of the
wealthier class, who paid their own expenses and were free to take rooms
or lodgings where they desired; while a great many others who came over
at the expense of the Relief Committee were obliged to accept what was
assigned them and remain where they were sent until transferred by the
Relief Committee.
When all of us met at table in the Premier Hotel, it was quite difficult
for the Belgians to make themselves understood. Fortunately, one of the
party, being familiar with the two languages, acted as interpreter until
each obtained what he or she desired, and the regulations and
requirements had been explained.
At half-past eleven all retired to their rooms for the night with
feelings of heartfelt gratitude to the good God, who led our steps
through so many trials and dangers to a place of peace and safety.
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