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He
waited
till
the
platform
was
very
still
.
"
Things
are
breaking
up
.
I
do
n't
understand
why
.
We
began
well
;
we
were
happy
.
And
then
--
"
He
moved
the
conch
gently
,
looking
beyond
them
at
nothing
,
remembering
the
beastie
,
the
snake
,
the
fire
,
the
talk
of
fear
.
"
Then
people
started
getting
frightened
.
"
A
murmur
,
almost
a
moan
,
rose
and
passed
away
.
Jack
had
stopped
whittling
.
Ralph
went
on
,
abruptly
.
"
But
that
's
littluns
'
talk
.
We
'll
get
that
straight
.
So
the
last
part
,
the
bit
we
can
all
talk
about
,
is
kind
of
deciding
on
the
fear
.
"
The
hair
was
creeping
into
his
eyes
again
.
"
We
've
got
to
talk
about
this
fear
and
decide
there
's
nothing
in
it
.
I
'm
frightened
myself
,
sometimes
;
only
that
's
nonsense
!
Like
bogies
.
Then
,
when
we
've
decided
,
we
can
start
again
and
be
careful
about
things
like
the
fire
.
"
A
picture
of
three
boys
walking
along
the
bright
beach
flitted
through
his
mind
.
"
And
be
happy
.
"
Ceremonially
,
Ralph
laid
the
conch
on
the
trunk
beside
him
as
a
sign
that
the
speech
was
over
.
What
sunlight
reached
them
was
level
.
Jack
stood
up
and
took
the
conch
.
