I'm frightend. Of us. I want to go home. O God I to go home. "It's was an accident$$$" said Piggy stubbornly$$$ "and that's that." He touched Ralph's bare shoulder and Ralph shuddered at the human contact.

You don't even care enough about us to hate us$$$ do you?

The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.

This was a savage whose image refused to blend with that ancient picture of a boy in shorts and a shirt.

Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.

Piggy and Ralph$$$ under the threat of the sky$$$ found themselves eager to take a place in this demented but partly secure society. They were glad to touch the brown backs of the fence that hemmed in the terror and made it governable.

The air was heavy with unspoken knowledge. Sam twisted and the obscene word shot out of him. "--dance?" Memory of the dance that none of them had attended shook all four boys convulsively.

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers... Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.

We musn't let anything happen to Piggy$$$ must we?

They agreed passionately out of the depths of their tormented lives.