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He
had
the
impression
that
there
had
been
others
in
the
shop
before
him
.
Nevertheless
,
he
found
a
sizable
piece
of
bacon
.
He
dropped
it
,
along
with
packets
of
butter
or
margarine
,
biscuits
and
sugar
,
into
a
sack
and
added
an
assortment
of
cans
which
came
from
a
shelf
that
,
to
the
best
of
his
recollection
,
was
devoted
to
food
—
the
sardine
cans
,
at
any
rate
,
were
unmistakable
.
Then
he
sought
for
,
and
found
,
a
dozen
or
more
balls
of
string
,
shouldered
his
sack
,
and
set
off
for
home
.
He
had
missed
his
way
once
,
and
it
had
been
hard
to
keep
down
panic
while
he
retraced
his
steps
and
reorientated
him
-
self
.
But
at
last
he
knew
that
he
was
again
in
the
familiar
lane
.
By
groping
right
across
it
he
managed
to
locate
the
twine
of
his
outward
journey
and
join
it
to
the
string
.
From
there
the
rest
of
the
journey
back
had
been
comparatively
easy
.
Twice
more
in
the
week
that
followed
he
had
made
the
journey
to
the
village
shop
again
,
and
each
time
the
triffids
round
the
house
and
on
the
way
had
seemed
more
numerous
.
There
had
been
nothing
for
the
isolated
trio
to
do
but
wait
in
hope
.
And
then
,
like
a
miracle
,
Josella
had
arrived
.
It
was
clear
at
once
,
then
,
that
the
notion
of
an
immediate
move
to
Tynsham
was
out
.
For
one
thing
,
Joyce
Taylor
was
still
in
an
extremely
weak
state
—
when
I
looked
at
her
I
was
surprised
that
she
was
alive
at
all
.
Dennis
’
s
promptness
had
saved
her
life
,
but
their
inability
to
give
her
the
proper
restoratives
or
even
suitable
food
during
the
following
week
had
slowed
down
her
recovery
.
It
would
be
folly
to
try
to
move
her
a
long
distance
in
a
truck
for
a
week
or
two
yet
.
And
then
,
too
,
Mary
’
s
confinement
was
close
enough
to
make
the
journey
inadvisable
for
her
,
so
that
the
only
course
seemed
to
be
for
us
all
to
remain
where
we
were
until
these
crises
should
have
passed
.
Once
more
it
became
my
task
to
scrounge
and
forage
.
This
time
I
had
to
work
on
a
more
elaborate
scale
,
to
include
not
merely
food
,
but
gas
for
the
lighting
system
,
hens
that
were
laying
,
to
cows
that
had
recently
calved
(
and
still
survived
,
though
their
ribs
were
sticking
out
)
,
medical
necessities
for
Mary
,
and
a
surprising
list
of
sundries
.
The
area
was
more
beset
with
triffids
than
any
other
I
had
yet
seen
.
Almost
every
morning
revealed
one
or
two
new
ones
lurking
close
to
the
house
,
and
the
first
task
of
the
day
was
to
shoot
the
tops
off
them
,
until
I
had
constructed
a
netting
fence
to
keep
them
out
of
the
garden
.
Even
then
they
would
come
right
up
and
loiter
suggestively
against
it
until
something
was
done
about
them
.
I
opened
some
of
the
cases
of
gear
and
taught
young
Susan
how
to
use
a
triffid
gun
.
She
quite
rapidly
became
an
expert
at
disarming
the
things
,
as
she
continued
to
call
them
.
It
became
her
department
to
work
daily
vengeance
on
them
.
From
Josella
I
learned
what
had
happened
to
her
after
the
fire
alarm
at
the
University
Building
.
She
had
been
shipped
off
with
her
party
much
as
I
with
mine
,
but
her
manner
of
dealing
with
the
two
women
to
whom
she
was
attached
had
been
summary
.
She
had
issued
a
fiat
ultimatum
:
either
she
became
free
of
all
restraints
,
in
which
case
she
would
help
them
as
far
as
she
was
able
;
or
,
if
they
continued
to
coerce
her
,
there
would
likely
come
a
time
when
they
would
find
themselves
drinking
prussic
acid
or
eating
cyanide
of
potassium
,
on
her
recommendation
.
They
could
take
their
choice
.
They
had
chosen
sensibly
.
There
was
little
difference
in
what
we
had
to
tell
one
another
about
the
days
that
followed
.
When
her
group
had
in
the
end
dissolved
,
she
had
reasoned
much
as
I
had
.
She
took
a
car
and
went
up
to
Hampstead
to
look
for
me
.
She
had
not
encountered
any
survivors
from
my
group
,
or
run
across
that
led
I
by
the
quick
-
triggered
,
redheaded
man
.
She
had
kept
on
there
until
almost
sunset
and
then
decided
to
make
for
the
University
Building
.
Not
knowing
what
to
expect
,
she
had
cautiously
stopped
the
car
a
couple
of
streets
away
and
approached
on
foot
.
When
she
was
still
some
distance
from
the
gates
she
heard
a
shot
.
Wondering
what
that
might
indicate
,
she
had
taken
cover
in
the
garden
that
had
sheltered
us
before
.
From
there
she
had
observed
Coker
also
making
a
circumspect
advance
.
Without
knowing
that
I
had
fired
at
the
triffid
in
the
square
,
and
that
the
sound
of
the
shot
was
the
cause
of
Coker
’
s
caution
,
she
suspected
some
kind
of
trap
.
Determined
not
to
fall
into
one
a
second
time
,
she
had
returned
to
the
car
.
She
had
no
idea
where
the
rest
had
gone
—
if
they
had
gone
at
all
.
The
only
place
of
refuge
she
could
think
of
that
would
be
known
to
anyone
at
all
was
the
one
she
had
mentioned
almost
casually
to
me
.
She
had
decided
to
make
for
it
,
in
the
hope
that
I
,
if
I
were
still
in
existence
,
would
remember
and
try
to
find
it
.
