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The
sun
in
the
west
was
a
drop
of
burning
gold
that
slid
nearer
and
nearer
the
sill
of
the
world
.
All
at
once
they
were
aware
of
the
evening
as
the
end
of
light
and
warmth
.
Roger
took
the
conch
and
looked
round
at
them
gloomily
.
"
I
've
been
watching
the
sea
.
There
has
n't
been
the
trace
of
a
ship
.
Perhaps
we
'll
never
be
rescued
.
"
A
murmur
rose
and
swept
away
.
Ralph
took
back
the
conch
.
"
I
said
before
we
'll
be
rescued
sometime
.
We
've
just
got
to
wait
,
that
's
all
.
"
Daring
,
indignant
,
Piggy
took
the
conch
.
"
That
's
what
I
said
!
I
said
about
our
meetings
and
things
and
then
you
said
shut
up
--
"
His
voice
lifted
into
the
whine
of
virtuous
recrimination
.
They
stirred
and
began
to
shout
him
down
.
"
You
said
you
wanted
a
small
fire
and
you
been
and
built
a
pile
like
a
hayrick
.
If
I
say
anything
,
"
cried
Piggy
,
with
bitter
realism
,
"
you
say
shut
up
;
but
if
Jack
or
Maurice
or
Simon
--
"
He
paused
in
the
tumult
,
standing
,
looking
beyond
them
and
down
the
unfriendly
side
of
the
mountain
to
the
great
patch
where
they
had
found
dead
wood
.
Then
he
laughed
so
strangely
that
they
were
hushed
,
looking
at
the
flash
of
his
spectacles
in
astonishment
.
They
followed
his
gaze
to
find
the
sour
joke
.
