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The Sound of the Shell
"Getmyclothes,"mutteredRalph."Alongthere."
Hetrottedthroughthesand,enduringthesun’senmity,crossedtheplatformandfoundhisscatteredclothes.Toputonagreyshirtoncemorewasstrangelypleasing.Thenheclimbedtheedgeoftheplatformandsatinthegreenshadeonaconvenienttrunk.Piggyhauledhimselfup,carryingmostofhisclothesunderhisarms.Thenhesatcarefullyonafallentrunknearthelittlecliffthatfrontedthelagoon;andthetangledreflectionsquiveredoverhim.
Presentlyhespoke.
"Wegottofindtheothers.Wegottodosomething."
Ralphsaidnothing.Herewasacoralisland.Protectedfromthesun,ignoringPiggy’sill-omenedtalk,hedreamedpleasantly.
Piggyinsisted.
"Howmanyofusarethere?"
RalphcameforwardandstoodbyPiggy.
"Idon’tknow."
Hereandthere,littlebreezescreptoverthepolishedwatersbeneaththehazeofheat.Whenthesebreezesreachedtheplatformthepalmfrondswouldwhisper,sothatspotsofblurredsunlightslidovertheirbodiesormovedlikebright,wingedthingsintheshade.
