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"
I
’
m
hungry
,
"
said
Susan
.
Food
was
a
matter
of
trifling
interest
to
me
just
then
.
Now
that
I
was
so
near
,
my
anxiety
to
know
whether
my
guess
had
been
right
overcame
everything
else
.
While
Susan
was
still
eating
I
took
the
truck
a
little
way
up
the
hill
behind
us
to
get
a
more
extensive
view
.
In
between
showers
,
and
in
a
worsening
light
,
we
scanned
the
opposite
hills
again
,
without
result
.
There
was
no
life
or
movement
in
the
whole
valley
,
save
for
a
few
cattle
and
sheep
and
an
occasional
triffid
lurching
across
the
fields
below
.
An
idea
came
to
me
,
and
I
decided
to
go
down
to
the
village
.
I
was
reluctant
to
take
Susan
,
for
I
knew
the
place
would
be
unpleasant
,
but
I
could
not
leave
her
where
she
was
.
When
we
got
there
I
found
that
the
sights
affected
her
less
than
they
did
me
:
children
have
a
different
convention
of
the
fearful
until
they
have
been
taught
the
proper
things
to
be
shocked
at
.
The
depression
was
all
mine
.
Susan
found
more
to
interest
than
to
disgust
her
.
Any
somberness
was
quite
offset
by
her
delight
in
a
scarlet
silk
macintosh
with
which
she
equipped
herself
in
spite
of
its
being
several
sizes
too
large
.
My
search
,
too
,
was
rewarding
.
I
returned
to
the
truck
laden
with
a
head
lamp
like
a
minor
searchlight
,
which
we
had
found
upon
an
illustrious
-
looking
Rolls
-
Royce
.
I
rigged
the
thing
up
on
a
kind
of
pivot
beside
the
cab
window
and
made
it
ready
to
plug
in
.
When
that
was
ready
there
was
nothing
to
do
but
wait
for
darkness
and
hope
that
the
rain
would
let
up
.
By
the
time
it
was
fully
dark
the
raindrops
had
become
a
mere
spatter
.
I
switched
on
,
and
sent
a
magnificent
beam
piercing
the
night
.
Slowly
I
turned
the
lamp
from
side
to
side
,
keeping
its
ray
leveled
toward
the
hills
,
while
I
anxiously
tried
to
watch
the
whole
line
of
them
simultaneously
for
an
answering
light
.
A
dozen
times
or
more
I
traversed
it
steadily
,
switching
off
for
a
few
seconds
at
the
end
of
each
sweep
while
we
sought
the
least
flicker
in
the
darkness
.
But
each
time
the
night
over
the
hills
remained
pitchy
black
.
Then
the
rain
came
on
more
heavily
again
.
I
set
the
beam
full
ahead
and
sat
waiting
,
listening
to
the
drumming
of
the
drops
on
the
roof
of
the
cab
while
Susan
fell
asleep
leaning
against
my
ann
.
An
hour
passed
before
the
drumming
dwindled
to
a
patter
,
and
ceased
.
Susan
woke
up
as
I
started
the
beam
taking
across
again
.
I
had
completed
the
sixth
travel
when
she
called
out
:
"
Look
,
Bill
!
There
it
is
!
There
’
s
a
light
!
"
She
was
pointing
a
few
degrees
left
of
our
front
.
I
switched
