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"
It
’
s
silly
,
but
I
shall
cry
when
we
do
go
.
I
shall
cry
buckets
.
You
mustn
’
t
mind
,
"
she
said
.
But
,
as
things
fell
out
,
we
were
all
of
us
much
too
busy
to
cry
.
.
.
There
was
,
as
Josella
bad
implied
,
no
need
for
hurry
.
While
we
saw
the
summer
out
at
Sliming
,
I
could
prospect
a
new
borne
for
us
on
the
island
and
make
several
journeys
there
to
transport
the
most
useful
part
of
the
stores
and
gear
that
we
had
collected
.
But
,
meanwhile
,
the
woodpile
had
been
destroyed
.
We
needed
no
more
fuel
than
would
keep
the
kitchen
going
for
a
few
weeks
,
but
that
we
had
to
have
,
so
the
next
morning
Susan
and
I
set
off
to
fetch
coal
.
The
half
-
tack
wasn
’
t
suitable
for
that
job
,
so
we
took
a
four
-
wheel
-
drive
tuck
.
Although
the
nearest
rail
coal
depot
was
only
ten
miles
away
,
the
roundabout
route
,
due
to
the
blockage
of
some
roads
and
the
bad
condition
of
others
,
meant
that
it
took
us
nearly
the
whole
day
.
There
were
no
major
mishaps
,
but
it
was
drawing
on
to
evening
when
we
returned
.
As
we
turned
the
last
corner
of
the
lane
,
with
the
triffids
sla8hing
at
the
truck
as
indefatigably
as
ever
from
the
banks
,
we
stared
in
astonishment
.
Beyond
our
gate
,
parked
in
our
yard
,
stood
a
monstrous
-
looking
vehicle
.
The
sight
so
dumfounded
us
that
we
sat
gaping
at
it
for
same
moments
before
Susan
put
on
her
helmet
and
gloves
and
climbed
down
to
open
the
gate
.
After
I
had
driven
in
we
went
over
together
to
look
at
the
vehicle
.
The
chassis
,
we
saw
,
was
supported
an
metal
tracks
,
which
suggested
a
military
origin
.
The
general
effect
was
somewhere
‘
between
a
cabin
cruiser
and
an
amateur
-
built
caravan
.
Susan
and
I
looked
at
it
,
and
then
looked
at
one
another
,
with
raised
eyebrows
.
We
went
indoors
to
learn
more
about
it
.
In
the
living
room
we
found
,
in
addition
to
the
household
,
four
men
clad
in
gray
-
green
ski
suits
.
Two
of
them
wore
pistols
holstered
to
the
right
hip
;
the
other
two
had
parked
their
submachine
guns
on
the
floor
beside
their
chairs
.
As
we
came
in
,
Josella
turned
a
completely
expressionless
face
toward
us
.
"
Here
is
my
husband
.
Bill
,
this
is
Mr
.
Torrence
.
He
tells
us
he
is
an
official
of
some
kind
.
He
has
proposals
to
make
to
us
.
"
I
had
never
heard
her
voice
colder
.
For
a
second
I
failed
to
respond
.
The
man
she
indicated
did
not
recognize
me
,
but
I
recalled
him
,
all
right
.
Features
that
have
faced
you
along
sights
get
sort
of
set
in
your
mind
.
Besides
,
there
was
that
distinctive
red
hair
.
I
remembered
very
well
the
way
that
efficient
young
man
had
turned
hack
my
party
in
Hampstead
.
I
nodded
to
him
.
Looking
at
me
,
he
said
:
