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We
decided
to
come
back
and
fetch
it
later
,
and
took
the
empty
truck
on
to
another
warehouse
,
where
we
loaded
in
parcels
of
blankets
,
rugs
,
and
quilts
,
and
then
went
on
farther
to
acquire
a
noisy
miscellany
of
pots
,
pans
,
caldrons
,
and
kettles
.
When
we
had
the
truck
filled
we
felt
we
bad
put
in
a
good
morning
’
s
work
on
a
job
that
was
heavier
than
we
had
thought
.
We
satisfied
the
appetite
it
had
given
us
at
a
small
pub
hitherto
untouched
.
The
mood
which
filled
the
business
and
commercial
districts
was
gloomy
—
though
it
was
a
gloom
that
still
had
more
the
style
of
a
normal
Sunday
or
public
holiday
than
of
collapse
.
Very
few
people
at
all
were
to
be
seen
in
those
parts
.
Had
the
catastrophe
come
by
day
,
instead
of
by
night
after
the
workers
had
gone
home
,
it
would
have
been
a
hideously
different
scene
.
When
we
had
refreshed
ourselves
we
collected
the
already
loaded
truck
from
the
food
warehouse
and
drove
the
two
of
them
slowly
and
uneventfully
back
to
the
university
.
We
parked
them
in
the
forecourt
there
and
set
off
again
.
About
six
-
thirty
we
returned
once
more
with
another
pair
of
well
-
loaded
trucks
and
a
feeling
of
useful
accomplishment
.
Michael
Beadley
emerged
from
the
building
to
inspect
our
contributions
.
He
approved
of
it
all
save
half
a
dozen
cases
that
I
had
added
to
my
second
load
.
"
What
are
they
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Triffid
guns
,
and
bolts
for
them
,
"
I
told
him
.
He
looked
at
me
thoughtfully
.
"
Oh
yes
.
You
arrived
with
a
lot
of
anti
-
triffid
stuff
,
"
he
remarked
.
"
I
think
it
’
s
likely
we
’
ll
need
it
,
"
I
said
.
