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They
were
dirty
,
not
with
the
spectacular
dirt
of
boys
who
have
fallen
into
mud
or
been
brought
down
hard
on
a
rainy
day
.
Not
one
of
them
was
an
obvious
subject
for
a
shower
,
and
yet
--
hair
,
much
too
long
,
tangled
here
and
there
,
knotted
round
a
dead
leaf
or
a
twig
;
faces
cleaned
fairly
well
by
the
process
of
eating
and
sweating
but
marked
in
the
less
accessible
angles
with
a
kind
of
shadow
;
clothes
,
worn
away
,
stiff
like
his
own
with
sweat
,
put
on
,
not
for
decorum
or
comfort
but
out
of
custom
;
the
skin
of
the
body
,
scurfy
with
brine
--
He
discovered
with
a
little
fall
of
the
heart
that
these
were
the
conditions
he
took
as
normal
now
and
that
he
did
not
mind
.
He
sighed
and
pushed
away
the
stalk
from
which
he
had
stripped
the
fruit
.
Already
the
hunters
were
stealing
away
to
do
their
business
in
the
woods
or
down
by
the
rocks
.
He
turned
and
looked
out
to
sea
.
Here
,
on
the
other
side
of
the
island
,
the
view
was
utterly
different
.
The
filmy
enchantments
of
mirage
could
not
endure
the
cold
ocean
water
and
the
horizon
was
hard
,
clipped
blue
.
Ralph
wandered
down
to
the
rocks
.
Down
here
,
almost
on
a
level
with
the
sea
,
you
could
follow
with
your
eye
the
ceaseless
,
bulging
passage
of
the
deep
sea
waves
.
They
were
miles
wide
,
apparently
not
breakers
or
the
banked
ridges
of
shallow
water
.
They
traveled
the
length
of
the
island
with
an
air
of
disregarding
it
and
being
set
on
other
business
;
they
were
less
a
progress
than
a
momentous
rise
and
fall
of
the
whole
ocean
.
Now
the
sea
would
suck
down
,
making
cascades
and
waterfalls
of
retreating
water
,
would
sink
past
the
rocks
and
plaster
down
the
seaweed
like
shining
hair
:
then
,
pausing
,
gather
and
rise
with
a
roar
,
irresistibly
swelling
over
point
and
outcrop
,
climbing
the
little
cliff
,
sending
at
last
an
arm
of
surf
up
a
gully
to
end
a
yard
or
so
from
him
in
fingers
of
spray
.
Wave
after
wave
,
Ralph
followed
the
rise
and
fall
until
something
of
the
remoteness
of
the
sea
numbed
his
brain
.
Then
gradually
the
almost
infinite
size
of
this
water
forced
itself
on
his
attention
.
This
was
the
divider
,
the
barrier
.
On
the
other
side
of
the
island
,
swathed
at
midday
with
mirage
,
defended
by
the
shield
of
the
quiet
lagoon
,
one
might
dream
of
rescue
;
but
here
,
faced
by
the
brute
obtuseness
of
the
ocean
,
the
miles
of
division
,
one
was
clamped
down
,
one
was
helpless
,
one
was
condemned
,
one
was
--
Simon
was
speaking
almost
in
his
ear
.
Ralph
found
that
he
had
rock
painfully
gripped
in
both
hands
,
found
his
body
arched
,
the
muscles
of
his
neck
stiff
,
his
mouth
strained
open
.
"
You
'll
get
back
to
where
you
came
from
.
"
Simon
nodded
as
he
spoke
.
He
was
kneeling
on
one
knee
,
looking
down
from
a
higher
rock
which
he
held
with
both
hands
;
his
other
leg
stretched
down
to
Ralph
's
level
.
Ralph
was
puzzled
and
searched
Simon
's
face
for
a
clue
.
"
It
's
so
big
,
I
mean
--
"
Simon
nodded
.
