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It
began
to
look
to
me
as
if
I
had
been
doing
my
group
a
questionable
service
from
the
first
.
I
had
succeeded
in
keeping
them
alive
,
placed
between
a
rival
gang
on
one
side
and
triffids
encrouching
from
the
Heath
on
the
other
.
Now
there
was
this
sickness
,
too
.
And
,
when
all
was
said
and
done
,
I
bad
achieved
only
the
postponement
of
starvation
for
a
little
while
.
As
things
were
now
,
I
did
not
see
my
way
.
And
then
there
was
Josella
on
my
mind
.
The
same
sorts
of
things
,
maybe
worse
,
were
as
likely
to
be
happening
in
her
district
.
I
found
myself
thinking
of
Michael
Beadley
and
his
lot
again
.
I
had
known
then
that
they
were
logical
;
now
I
began
to
think
that
maybe
they
had
a
truer
humanity
,
too
.
They
had
seen
that
it
was
hopeless
to
try
to
save
any
but
a
very
few
.
To
give
an
empty
hope
to
the
rest
was
little
better
than
cruelty
.
Besides
,
there
were
ourselves
.
If
there
were
purpose
in
anything
at
all
,
what
had
we
been
preserved
for
?
Not
simply
to
waste
ourselves
on
a
forlorn
task
,
surely
?
I
decided
that
tomorrow
I
would
go
in
search
of
Josella
and
we
would
settle
it
together
.
The
latch
of
the
door
moved
with
a
click
.
The
door
itself
opened
slowly
.
"
Who
’
s
that
?
"
I
said
.
"
Oh
,
it
is
you
,
"
said
a
girl
’
s
voice
.
She
came
in
,
closing
the
door
behind
her
.
