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The Shell and the Glasses
"Twotomindthefire,"saidRalph,halftohimself,"that’stwelvehoursaday."
"Wecan’tgetanymorewood,Ralph—"
"—notinthedark—"
"—notatnight—"
"Wecanlightiteverymorning,"saidPiggy."Nobodyain’tgoingtoseesmokeinthedark."
Samnoddedvigorously.
"Itwasdifferentwhenthefirewas—"
"—upthere."
Ralphstoodup,feelingcuriouslydefenselesswiththedarknesspressingin.
"Letthefiregothen,fortonight."
Heledthewaytothefirstshelter,whichstillstood,thoughbattered.Thebedleaveslaywithin,dryandnoisytothetouch.Inthenextshelteralittlunwastalkinginhissleep.Thefourbigunscreptintotheshelterandburrowedundertheleaves.ThetwinslaytogetherandRalphandPiggyattheotherend.Forawhiletherewasthecontinualcreakandrustleofleavesastheytriedforcomfort.
"Piggy."
"Yeah?"
