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"
That
's
right
.
Ca
n't
catch
my
breath
.
I
was
the
only
boy
in
our
school
what
had
asthma
,
"
said
the
fat
boy
with
a
touch
of
pride
.
"
And
I
've
been
wearing
specs
since
I
was
three
.
"
He
took
off
his
glasses
and
held
them
out
to
Ralph
,
blinking
and
smiling
,
and
then
started
to
wipe
them
against
his
grubby
wind-breaker
.
An
expression
of
pain
and
inward
concentration
altered
the
pale
contours
of
his
face
.
He
smeared
the
sweat
from
his
cheeks
and
quickly
adjusted
the
spectacles
on
his
nose
.
"
Them
fruit
.
"
He
glanced
round
the
scar
"
Them
fruit
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
expect
--
"
He
put
on
his
glasses
,
waded
away
from
Ralph
,
and
crouched
down
among
the
tangled
foliage
.
"
I
'll
be
out
again
in
just
a
minute
--
"
Ralph
disentangled
himself
cautiously
and
stole
away
through
the
branches
.
In
a
few
seconds
the
fat
boy
's
grunts
were
behind
him
and
he
was
hurrying
toward
the
screen
that
still
lay
between
him
and
the
lagoon
.
He
climbed
over
a
broken
trunk
and
was
out
of
the
jungle
.
The
shore
was
fledged
with
palm
trees
.
These
stood
or
leaned
or
reclined
against
the
light
and
their
green
feathers
were
a
hundred
feet
up
in
the
air
.
The
ground
beneath
them
was
a
bank
covered
with
coarse
grass
,
torn
everywhere
by
the
upheavals
of
fallen
trees
,
scattered
with
decaying
coconuts
and
palm
saplings
.
Behind
this
was
the
darkness
of
the
forest
proper
and
the
open
space
of
the
scar
.
Ralph
stood
,
one
hand
against
a
grey
trunk
,
and
screwed
up
his
eyes
against
the
shimmering
water
.
Out
there
,
perhaps
a
mile
away
,
the
white
surf
flinked
on
a
coral
reef
,
and
beyond
that
the
open
sea
was
dark
blue
.
Within
the
irregular
arc
of
coral
the
lagoon
was
still
as
a
mountain
lake
--
blue
of
all
shades
and
shadowy
green
and
purple
.
The
beach
between
the
palm
terrace
and
the
water
was
a
thin
stick
,
endless
apparently
,
for
to
Ralph
's
left
the
perspectives
of
palm
and
beach
and
water
drew
to
a
point
at
infinity
;
and
always
,
almost
visible
,
was
the
heat
.
He
jumped
down
from
the
terrace
.
The
sand
was
thick
over
his
black
shoes
and
the
heat
hit
him
.
