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Still
looking
at
the
man
on
the
ground
,
she
hesitated
.
"
But
I
must
—
"
she
began
,
turning
toward
me
.
Then
she
stopped
.
Her
eyes
widened
,
and
she
screamed
.
I
whipped
round
to
find
a
triffid
towering
only
a
few
feet
behind
me
.
In
one
automatic
movement
I
had
my
hands
over
my
eyes
.
I
heard
the
sting
whistle
as
it
slashed
out
at
me
—
but
there
was
no
knockout
,
no
agonizing
burning
,
even
.
One
’
s
mind
can
move
like
lightning
at
such
a
moment
;
nevertheless
,
it
was
more
instinct
than
reason
which
sent
me
leaping
at
it
before
ii
bad
time
to
strike
again
.
I
collided
with
it
,
overturning
it
,
and
even
as
I
went
down
with
it
my
hands
were
on
the
upper
part
of
the
stem
,
trying
to
pull
off
the
cup
and
the
sting
.
Triffid
stems
do
not
snap
—
but
they
can
he
mangled
.
This
one
was
mangled
thoroughly
before
I
stood
up
.
Josella
was
standing
in
the
same
spot
,
transfixed
.
"
Come
here
,
"
I
told
her
.
There
’
s
another
in
the
bushes
behind
you
.
"
She
glanced
fearfully
over
her
shoulder
and
came
.
"
But
it
hit
you
t
"
she
said
incredulously
.
Why
aren
’
t
you
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
ought
to
be
,
"
I
said
.
