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In
the
evening
,
after
Ivan
had
taken
off
and
vanished
away
to
the
southwest
,
I
went
and
sat
on
my
favorite
bench
in
a
corner
of
the
garden
.
I
looked
across
the
valley
,
remembering
the
well
-
drained
and
tended
meadows
that
had
been
there
.
Now
it
was
far
on
its
way
back
to
the
wild
.
The
neglected
fields
were
dotted
with
thickets
,
beds
of
reeds
,
and
stagnant
pools
.
The
bigger
trees
were
slowly
drowning
in
the
sodden
soil
.
I
thought
of
Coker
and
his
talk
of
the
leader
,
the
teacher
,
and
the
doctor
—
and
of
all
the
work
that
would
be
needed
to
support
us
on
our
few
acres
.
Of
how
it
would
affect
each
of
us
if
we
had
been
imprisoned
here
.
Of
the
three
blind
ones
,
still
feeling
useless
and
frustrated
as
they
grew
older
.
Of
Susan
,
who
should
have
the
chance
of
a
husband
and
babies
.
Of
David
,
and
Mary
’
s
little
girl
,
and
any
other
children
there
might
be
who
would
have
to
become
laborers
as
soon
as
they
were
strong
enough
.
Of
Josella
and
myself
having
to
work
still
harder
as
we
became
older
,
because
there
would
be
more
to
feed
and
more
work
that
must
be
done
by
hand
.
.
.
Then
there
were
the
triffids
patiently
waiting
.
I
could
see
hundreds
of
them
in
a
dark
green
hedge
beyond
the
fence
.
There
must
be
research
—
some
natural
enemy
,
some
poison
,
a
debalancer
of
some
kind
,
something
must
be
found
to
deal
with
them
;
there
must
be
relief
from
other
work
for
that
—
and
soon
.
Time
was
on
the
triffids
’
side
.
They
had
only
to
go
on
waiting
while
we
used
up
our
resources
.
First
no
more
fuel
,
then
no
more
wire
to
mend
the
fences
.
.
.
And
they
,
or
their
descendants
,
would
still
be
waiting
there
when
the
wire
rusted
through
.
And
yet
Shirning
had
become
our
home
.
I
sighed
.
There
was
a
light
step
on
the
grass
.
Josella
came
and
sat
down
beside
me
.
I
put
an
arm
round
her
shoulders
.
"
What
do
they
think
about
it
?
"
I
asked
her
.
"
They
‘
re
badly
upset
,
poor
things
.
It
must
be
hard
for
them
to
understand
how
the
triffids
wait
like
that
when
they
can
’
t
see
them
.
And
then
they
can
find
their
way
about
here
,
you
see
.
It
must
.
be
dreadful
to
have
to
contemplate
going
to
an
entirely
strange
place
when
you
’
re
blind
.
They
only
know
what
we
tell
them
.
I
don
’
t
think
they
properly
understand
how
impossible
it
will
become
here
.
If
it
weren
’
t
for
the
children
,
I
believe
they
’
d
say
‘
No
,
’
flatly
.
It
’
s
their
place
,
you
see
,
all
they
have
left
.
They
feel
that
very
much
.
"
She
paused
,
then
she
added
:
"
They
think
that
—
but
,
of
course
,
it
’
s
not
really
their
place
at
all
;
it
’
s
ours
,
isn
’
t
it
?
We
’
ve
worked
hard
for
it
"
She
put
her
hand
on
mine
.
"
You
’
ve
made
it
and
kept
it
for
us
,
Bill
.
What
do
you
think
?
Shall
we
stay
a
year
or
two
longer
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
worked
because
everything
seemed
to
depend
on
inc
.
Now
it
seems
—
rather
futile
.
"
