Then, ‘like an offensive bit of rhubarb’, she had stood – arms rigidly at her side – refusing to salute. Within seconds ‘several squat and ugly Brown Shirts came galloping up, shouting ferociously and windmilling their arms’ until ‘Helmut stamped over with his ankle-length overcoat swirling, shouting even louder at them that I was an Engländer’.17
