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At
least
that
was
what
the
rest
of
them
decided
.
I
did
not
feel
the
same
way
about
it
.
My
quest
was
personal
;
theirs
was
not
.
Whoever
they
found
,
now
or
eventually
,
would
be
strangers
to
them
.
I
was
searching
for
Beadley
’
s
party
as
a
means
,
not
an
end
in
itself
.
If
I
should
find
them
and
discover
that
Josella
was
not
with
them
,
then
I
should
go
on
searching
.
But
I
could
not
expect
the
rest
to
devote
any
more
time
to
searching
purely
on
my
behalf
.
Curiously
I
realized
that
in
all
this
I
had
met
no
other
person
who
was
searching
for
someone
else
.
Every
one
of
them
had
been
,
save
for
the
accident
of
Stephen
and
his
girl
friend
,
snapped
clean
away
from
friends
or
relatives
to
link
him
with
the
past
,
and
was
beginning
a
new
life
with
people
who
were
strangers
.
Only
I
,
as
far
as
I
could
see
,
had
promptly
formed
a
new
link
—
and
that
so
briefly
that
I
had
scarcely
been
aware
how
important
it
was
to
me
at
the
time
.
Once
the
decision
to
abandon
the
search
had
been
taken
,
Coker
said
:
"
All
right
.
Then
that
brings
us
to
thinking
about
what
we
are
going
to
do
for
ourselves
.
"
"
Which
means
laying
in
stores
against
the
winter
,
and
just
going
on
as
we
are
.
What
else
should
we
do
?
"
asked
Stephen
.
"
I
’
ve
been
thinking
about
that
,
"
Coker
told
him
.
"
Maybe
it
’
d
be
all
right
for
a
while
—
but
what
happens
afterward
?
"
"
If
we
do
run
short
of
stocks
—
well
,
there
’
s
plenty
more
lying
around
,
"
said
the
radioman
.
"
The
Americans
will
be
here
before
Christmas
,
"
said
Stephen
’
s
girl
friend
.
"
Listen
,
"
Coker
told
her
patiently
.
"
Just
put
the
Americans
in
the
jam
-
tomorrow
-
pie
-
in
-
the
-
sky
department
awhile
,
will
you
.
Try
to
imagine
a
world
in
which
there
aren
’
t
any
Americans
—
can
you
do
that
?
"
