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He
considered
.
I
could
see
that
I
was
being
put
down
as
a
bit
unsound
on
the
subject
of
triffids
.
Most
likely
he
was
accounting
for
that
by
the
bias
my
job
might
be
expected
to
give
—
aggravated
by
a
phobia
resulting
from
my
recent
sting
and
wondering
whether
it
might
connote
other
,
perhaps
less
harmless
,
unsoundnesses
.
"
Look
here
,
"
I
suggested
,
"
we
’
ve
brought
in
four
full
truckloads
between
us
.
I
just
want
enough
space
in
one
of
them
for
these
cases
.
If
you
think
we
cant
spare
that
,
I
’
ll
go
out
and
find
a
trailer
,
or
another
truck
.
"
"
No
,
leave
‘
em
where
they
are
.
They
don
’
t
take
a
lot
of
room
,
"
he
decided
.
We
went
into
the
building
and
had
some
tea
at
an
improvised
canteen
which
a
pleasant
-
faced
,
middle
-
aged
woman
had
competently
set
up
there
.
"
He
thinks
.
"
I
said
to
Josella
,
"
that
I
’
ve
got
a
bee
in
my
bonnet
over
triffids
.
"
"
He
’
ll
learn
—
I
’
m
afraid
,
"
she
replied
.
"
It
’
s
queer
that
no
one
else
seems
to
have
seen
them
about
.
"
"
These
people
have
all
been
keeping
pretty
much
to
the
center
,
so
it
’
s
not
very
surprising
.
After
all
,
we
’
ve
seen
none
ourselves
today
.
’
’
‘
Do
you
think
they
’
ll
come
right
down
here
among
the
streets
?
"
"
I
couldn
’
t
say
.
Maybe
lost
ones
would
.
"
