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I
nodded
.
"
Yes
.
There
’
s
not
a
doubt
of
it
—
Eve
seen
others
who
have
been
stung
.
Who
was
he
"
I
added
.
"
Old
Pearson
.
He
did
gardening
for
us
,
and
chauffeuring
for
my
father
.
Such
a
dear
old
man
—
I
’
ve
know
him
all
my
life
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
—
"
I
began
,
wishing
I
could
think
of
something
more
adequate
,
but
she
cut
me
short
.
"
Look
!
Oh
,
look
!
"
She
pointed
to
a
path
which
ran
round
the
side
of
the
house
.
A
black
-
stockinged
leg
with
a
woman
’
s
shoe
on
it
protruded
beyond
the
corner
.
We
prospected
carefully
and
then
moved
safely
to
a
spot
which
gave
a
better
view
.
A
girl
in
a
black
dress
lay
half
on
the
path
and
half
in
a
flower
bed
.
Her
pretty
.
fresh
face
was
scarred
with
a
bright
red
line
.
Josella
choked
.
Tears
came
into
her
eyes
.
"
Oh
!
Oh
,
it
’
s
Annie
!
Poor
little
Annie
,
"
she
said
.
I
tried
to
console
her
a
little
.
"
They
can
scarcely
have
known
it
,
either
of
them
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
When
it
is
strong
enough
to
kill
,
it
’
s
mercifully
quick
.
"
We
did
nor
see
any
other
triffid
in
hiding
there
.
Possibly
the
same
one
had
attacked
them
both
.
Together
we
crossed
the
path
and
got
into
the
house
by
the
side
door
.
Josella
called
.
There
was
no
answer
.
She
called
again
.
We
both
listened
in
the
complete
silence
that
wrapped
the
house
.
She
turned
to
look
at
me
.
Neither
of
us
said
anything
.
Quietly
she
led
the
way
along
a
passage
to
a
baize
-
covered
door
.
As
she
opened
it
there
was
a
swish
,
and
something
slapped
across
the
door
and
frame
,
an
inch
or
so
above
her
head
.
Hurriedly
she
pulled
the
door
shut
again
and
turned
wide
-
eyed
to
me
.
