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"
Makes
me
feel
like
a
pirate
,
"
said
Josella
as
she
buckled
hers
on
.
"
Better
,
I
imagine
,
to
be
a
pirate
than
a
pirate
’
s
moll
,
"
I
told
her
.
A
few
yards
up
the
street
we
came
upon
a
large
,
shiny
saloon
car
.
It
looked
the
kind
of
craft
that
should
simply
have
purred
.
But
the
noise
when
I
started
it
up
sounded
louder
in
our
ears
than
all
the
normal
traffic
of
a
busy
street
.
We
made
our
way
northward
,
zigzagging
to
avoid
derelicts
and
wanderers
stricken
into
immobility
in
the
middle
of
the
road
by
the
sound
of
our
approach
.
All
the
way
heads
turned
hopefully
toward
us
as
we
came
,
and
faces
fell
as
we
went
past
.
One
building
on
our
route
was
blazing
fiercely
,
and
a
cloud
of
smoke
rose
from
another
fire
somewhere
along
Oxford
Street
.
There
were
more
people
about
in
Oxford
Circus
,
but
we
got
through
them
neatly
,
then
passed
the
B
.
B
.
C
.
,
and
so
north
to
the
carriageway
in
Regent
’
s
Park
.
It
was
a
relief
to
get
out
of
the
streets
and
reach
an
open
space
—
and
one
where
there
were
no
unfortunate
people
wandering
and
groping
.
The
only
moving
things
we
could
see
on
the
broad
stretches
of
grass
were
two
or
three
little
groups
of
triffids
lurching
southward
.
Somehow
or
other
they
had
contrived
to
pull
up
their
stakes
and
were
dragging
them
along
behind
them
on
their
chains
.
I
remembered
that
there
were
some
undocked
specimens
,
a
few
of
them
tethered
,
but
most
of
them
double
-
fenced
,
in
an
enclosure
beside
the
zoo
,
and
wondered
how
they
had
got
out
.
Josella
noticed
them
too
.
"
It
’
s
not
going
to
make
much
difference
to
them
,
"
she
said
.
For
the
rest
of
the
way
there
was
little
to
delay
us
.
Within
a
few
minutes
I
was
pulling
up
at
the
house
she
showed
me
,
We
got
out
of
the
car
,
and
I
pushed
open
the
gate
.
A
short
drive
curved
round
a
bed
of
bushes
which
hid
most
of
the
house
front
from
the
road
.
As
we
turned
the
corner
,
Josella
gave
a
cry
and
ran
forward
.
A
figure
was
lying
on
the
gravel
,
chest
downward
,
but
with
the
head
turned
to
show
one
side
of
its
face
.
The
first
glance
at
it
showed
me
the
bright
red
streak
across
the
cheek
.
"
Stop
!
"
I
shouted
at
her
.
There
was
enough
alarm
in
my
voice
to
check
her
.
I
had
spotted
the
triffid
now
.
It
was
lurking
among
the
bushes
,
well
within
striking
range
of
the
sprawled
figure
.
"
Back
!
Quick
!
"
I
said
.
