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"
I
got
the
conch
.
I
'm
going
to
that
Jack
Merridew
an
'
tell
him
,
I
am
.
"
"
You
'll
get
hurt
.
"
"
What
can
he
do
more
than
he
has
?
I
'll
tell
him
what
's
what
.
You
let
me
carry
the
conch
,
Ralph
.
I
'll
show
him
the
one
thing
he
has
n't
got
.
"
Piggy
paused
for
a
moment
and
peered
round
at
the
dim
figures
.
The
shape
of
the
old
assembly
,
trodden
in
the
grass
,
listened
to
him
.
"
I
'm
going
to
him
with
this
conch
in
my
hands
.
I
'm
going
to
hold
it
out
.
Look
,
I
'm
goin
'
to
say
,
you
're
stronger
than
I
am
and
you
have
n't
got
asthma
.
You
can
see
,
I
'm
goin
'
to
say
,
and
with
both
eyes
.
But
I
do
n't
ask
for
my
glasses
back
,
not
as
a
favor
.
I
do
n't
ask
you
to
be
a
sport
,
I
'll
say
,
not
because
you
're
strong
,
but
because
what
's
right
's
right
.
Give
me
my
glasses
,
I
'm
going
to
say
--
you
got
to
!
"
Piggy
ended
,
flushed
and
trembling
.
He
pushed
the
conch
quickly
into
Ralph
's
hands
as
though
in
a
hurry
to
be
rid
of
it
and
wiped
the
tears
from
his
eyes
.
The
green
light
was
gentle
about
them
and
the
conch
lay
at
Ralph
's
feet
,
fragile
and
white
.
A
single
drop
of
water
that
had
escaped
Piggy
's
fingers
now
flashed
on
the
delicate
curve
like
a
star
.
At
last
Ralph
sat
up
straight
and
drew
back
his
hair
.
"
All
right
.
I
mean
--
you
can
try
if
you
like
.
We
'll
go
with
you
.
"
"
He
'll
be
painted
,
"
said
Sam
,
timidly
.
"
You
know
how
he
'll
be
--
"
"
--
he
wo
n't
think
much
of
us
--
"
