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"
I
’
ve
got
plenty
of
other
things
to
bother
about
,
"
I
said
,
a
little
irritated
by
her
tone
.
"
They
don
’
t
matter
outside
the
fence
,
anyway
.
As
long
as
we
take
care
to
pull
up
all
the
seeds
that
root
in
here
,
they
can
do
what
they
like
outside
.
"
"
All
the
same
,
"
Josella
remarked
with
a
trace
of
uneasiness
,
"
is
there
any
particular
reason
why
they
should
come
to
just
this
part
in
such
numbers
?
I
’
m
sure
they
do
—
and
I
’
d
like
to
know
just
why
it
is
.
"
Susan
’
s
face
took
on
its
irritating
expression
of
surprise
again
.
"
Why
’
he
brings
them
,
"
she
said
.
"
Don
’
t
point
,
"
Josella
told
her
automatically
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
I
’
m
sure
Bill
doesn
’
t
bring
them
.
"
"
But
he
does
.
He
makes
all
the
noises
,
and
they
just
come
.
"
"
Look
here
,
"
I
said
.
"
What
are
you
talking
about
?
Am
I
supposed
to
be
whistling
them
here
in
my
sleep
or
something
?
"
Susan
looked
huffy
.
"
All
right
.
If
you
don
’
t
believe
me
,
I
’
ll
show
you
after
breakfast
,
"
she
announced
,
and
withdrew
into
an
offended
silence
.
When
we
had
finished
she
slipped
from
the
table
,
returning
with
my
twelve
-
bore
and
field
glasses
.
We
went
out
onto
the
lawn
.
She
scoured
the
view
until
she
found
a
triffid
on
the
move
well
beyond
our
fences
and
then
handed
the
glasses
to
me
.
I
watched
the
thing
lurching
slowly
across
a
field
.
It
was
more
than
a
mile
away
froa
us
and
heading
east
.
