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"
I
climbed
a
rock
,
"
said
Ralph
slowly
,
"
and
I
think
this
is
an
island
.
"
"
They
're
all
dead
,
"
said
Piggy
,
"
an
'
this
is
an
island
.
Nobody
do
n't
know
we
're
here
.
Your
dad
do
n't
know
,
nobody
do
n't
know
--
"
His
lips
quivered
and
the
spectacles
were
dimmed
with
mist
.
"
We
may
stay
here
till
we
die
.
"
With
that
word
the
heat
seemed
to
increase
till
it
became
a
threatening
weight
and
the
lagoon
attacked
them
with
a
blinding
effulgence
.
"
Get
my
clothes
,
"
muttered
Ralph
.
"
Along
there
.
"
He
trotted
through
the
sand
,
enduring
the
sun
's
enmity
,
crossed
the
platform
and
found
his
scattered
clothes
.
To
put
on
a
grey
shirt
once
more
was
strangely
pleasing
.
Then
he
climbed
the
edge
of
the
platform
and
sat
in
the
green
shade
on
a
convenient
trunk
.
Piggy
hauled
himself
up
,
carrying
most
of
his
clothes
under
his
arms
.
Then
he
sat
carefully
on
a
fallen
trunk
near
the
little
cliff
that
fronted
the
lagoon
;
and
the
tangled
reflections
quivered
over
him
.
Presently
he
spoke
.
"
We
got
to
find
the
others
.
We
got
to
do
something
.
"
Ralph
said
nothing
.
Here
was
a
coral
island
.
Protected
from
the
sun
,
ignoring
Piggy
's
ill-omened
talk
,
he
dreamed
pleasantly
.
