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- You go away, Ralph. You keep to your end. This is my tribe. You leave me alone.
- Ralph! Don't leave me!
- You pinched Piggy's specs. You've got to give them back.
- Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?
- I got the conch! I tell you, I got the conch! Which is better-to be a pack of painted Indians like you are, or to be sensible like Ralph is?
- See? See? That's what you'll get! I meant that! There isn't a tribe for you anymore! The conch is gone-
- He stumbled over a root and the cry that pursued him rose higher. He saw a shelter burst into flames and the fire flapped at his right shoulder and there was a glitter of water.
- Hullo. Are there any adults-any grownups with you? We saw your smoke.
- Hullo
- The tears to flow and sobs shook him. ...the others little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and wiped noses, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall in the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.
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