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"
So
soon
?
"
I
remarked
.
"
I
trace
the
hand
of
our
order
-
conscious
Colonel
.
"
"
You
’
re
quite
right
,
"
she
agreed
.
She
turned
to
look
at
Josella
.
"
And
you
are
Miss
Playton
.
I
’
ve
often
wondered
—
"
Now
look
here
,
"
interrupted
Josella
.
"
Why
should
the
one
static
thing
in
a
collapsing
world
be
my
reputation
?
Can
’
t
we
forget
it
?
"
"
Jim
,
"
said
Miss
Cary
thoughtfully
.
"
Jib
-
huh
.
"
She
turned
to
another
subject
.
"
What
’
s
all
this
about
triffids
?
"
she
asked
.
We
told
her
.
"
They
think
,
"
added
Josella
,
"
that
Bill
here
is
either
scary
or
scatty
on
the
subject
.
"
Miss
Cary
turned
a
straight
look
at
me
.
Her
face
was
interesting
rather
than
good
-
looking
,
with
a
complexion
browned
by
stronger
suns
than
ours
.
Her
eyes
were
steady
,
observant
,
and
dark
brown
.
"
Are
you
?
"
she
asked
.
‘
Well
,
I
think
they
’
re
troublesome
enough
to
be
taken
seriously
when
they
get
out
of
hand
,
"
I
told
her
.
She
nodded
.
"
True
enough
.
I
’
ve
been
in
places
where
they
are
out
of
hand
.
Quite
nasty
.
But
in
England
—
well
,
ifs
hard
to
imagine
that
here
.
"
