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It
caused
the
triffids
to
recoil
a
few
yards
,
and
thereby
stopped
them
building
up
pressure
against
the
fence
.
As
an
additional
guard
we
ran
an
alarm
wire
on
the
inner
fence
to
enable
us
to
deal
with
any
breaks
before
they
became
serious
.
The
weakness
lay
in
the
triffids
’
apparent
ability
to
learn
,
in
at
least
a
limited
way
,
from
experience
.
We
found
,
for
in
-
stance
,
that
they
grew
accustomed
to
our
practice
of
charging
the
wire
for
a
while
night
and
morning
.
We
began
to
notice
that
they
were
usually
clear
of
the
wire
at
our
customary
time
for
starting
the
engine
,
and
they
started
to
close
in
again
soon
after
it
had
stopped
.
Whether
they
actually
associated
the
charged
condition
of
the
wire
with
the
sound
of
the
engine
was
impossible
to
say
then
,
but
later
we
had
little
doubt
that
they
did
.
It
was
easy
enough
to
make
our
running
times
erratic
,
but
Susan
,
for
whom
they
were
continually
a
source
of
inimical
study
,
soon
began
to
maintain
that
the
period
for
which
the
shock
kept
them
clear
was
growing
steadily
shorter
.
Nevertheless
,
the
electrified
wire
and
occasional
attacks
upon
them
in
the
sections
where
they
were
densest
kept
us
free
of
incursions
for
over
a
year
,
and
of
those
that
occurred
later
we
had
warning
enough
to
stop
them
being
more
than
a
minor
nuisance
.
Within
the
safety
of
our
compound
we
continued
to
learn
about
agriculture
,
and
life
settled
gradually
into
a
routine
.
On
a
day
in
the
summer
which
began
our
sixth
year
Josella
and
I
went
down
to
the
coast
together
,
traveling
there
in
the
half
-
tracked
vehicle
that
I
customarily
used
now
that
the
roads
were
growing
so
bad
.
It
was
a
holiday
for
her
.
Months
had
passed
since
she
had
been
outside
the
fence
.
The
cares
of
the
place
and
the
babies
had
kept
her
far
too
tied
to
make
more
than
a
few
necessary
trips
,
but
now
we
had
reached
the
stage
where
Susan
could
safely
be
left
in
charge
sometimes
,
and
we
had
a
feeling
of
release
as
we
climbed
up
and
ran
over
the
tops
of
the
hills
.
On
the
lower
southern
slopes
we
stopped
the
car
for
a
while
,
and
sat
there
.
It
was
a
perfect
June
day
,
with
only
a
few
light
clouds
flecking
a
pure
blue
sky
.
The
sun
shone
down
on
the
beaches
and
the
sea
beyond
just
as
brightly
as
it
had
in
the
days
when
those
same
beaches
had
been
crowded
with
bathers
and
the
sea
dotted
with
little
boats
.
We
looked
on
it
in
silence
for
some
minutes
.
Josella
said
:
"
Don
’
t
you
still
feel
sometimes
that
if
you
were
to
close
your
eyes
for
a
bit
you
might
open
them
again
to
find
it
all
as
it
was
,
Bill
?
.
.
I
do
.
"
"
Not
often
now
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
But
I
’
ve
had
to
see
so
much
more
of
it
than
you
have
.
All
the
same
,
sometimes
—
"
"
And
look
at
the
gulls
—
just
as
they
used
to
be
!
"
"
There
are
many
more
birds
this
year
,
"
I
agreed
.
"
I
’
m
glad
of
that
.
"
