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"
Well
,
they
’
ve
got
to
start
realizing
it
soon
if
they
’
re
going
to
get
through
,
"
Coker
said
,
looking
round
the
hail
again
.
"
There
’
s
no
miracle
corning
to
save
them
.
"
"
Give
‘
em
time
.
They
’
ll
come
to
it
,
as
we
did
.
You
’
re
always
in
such
a
hurry
.
Time
’
s
no
longer
money
,
you
know
.
"
"
Money
isn
’
t
important
any
longer
,
but
time
is
.
They
ought
to
be
thinking
about
the
harvest
,
rigging
a
mill
to
grind
flour
,
seeing
about
winter
feed
for
the
stock
.
"
I
shook
my
head
.
"
It
’
s
not
as
urgent
as
all
that
,
Coker
.
There
must
be
huge
stocks
of
flour
in
the
towns
,
and
,
by
the
look
of
things
,
mighty
few
of
us
to
use
it
.
We
can
live
on
capital
for
a
long
while
yet
.
Surely
the
immediate
job
is
to
teach
the
blind
how
to
work
before
they
really
have
to
get
down
to
it
.
"
"
All
the
same
,
unless
something
is
done
,
the
sighted
ones
here
are
going
to
crack
up
.
It
only
needs
that
to
happen
to
one
or
two
of
them
and
the
place
’
ll
be
a
proper
mess
.
"
I
had
to
concede
that
.
Later
in
the
afternoon
I
managed
to
find
Miss
Durrant
.
No
one
else
seemed
to
know
or
care
where
Michael
Beadley
and
his
lot
had
gone
,
but
I
could
not
believe
that
they
had
not
left
behind
some
indications
for
those
who
might
follow
.
Miss
Durrant
was
not
pleased
.
At
first
I
thought
she
was
going
to
refuse
to
tell
me
.
It
was
not
due
solely
to
my
implied
preference
for
other
company
.
The
loss
of
even
an
uncongenial
able
-
bodied
man
was
serious
in
the
circumstances
.
Nevertheless
,
she
preferred
not
to
show
the
weakness
of
asking
me
to
stay
.
In
the
end
she
said
curtly
:
"
They
were
intending
to
make
for
somewhere
near
Beaminster
in
Dorset
.
I
can
tell
you
no
more
than
that
.
"
