Vocabulary from "Lord of The Flies" by William Golding, Chapters 1-3

The fat boy waited to be asked his name in turn but this proffer of acquaintance was not made; the fair boy called Ralph smiled vaguely, stood up, and began to make his way once more toward the lagoon.

Piggy clasped his hands in apprehension.

It was clear to the bottom and bright with the efflorescence of tropical weed and coral.

Ralph had been deceived before now by the specious appearance of depth in a beach pool and he approached this one preparing to be disappointed.

Ralph lolled in the water.

With that word the heat seemed to increase till it became a threatening weight and the lagoon attacked them with a blinding effulgence.

He trotted through the sand, enduring the sun's enmity, crossed the platform and found his scattered clothes.

Suddenly Piggy was a-bubble with decorous excitement.

The note boomed again: and then at his firmer pressure, the note, fluking up an octave, became a strident blare more penetrating than before.

There was a slight, furtive boy whom no one knew, who kept to himself with an inner intensity of avoidance and secrecy.

Here the roots and stems of creepers were in such tangles that the boys had to thread through them like pliant needles.

Immured in these tangles, at perhaps their most difficult moment, Ralph turned with shining eyes to the others.

Then, with the martyred expression of a parent who has to keep up with the senseless ebullience of the children, he picked up the conch, turned toward the forest, and began to pick his way over the tumbled scar.

There was pushing and pulling and officious cries.

His voice lifted into the whine of virtuous recrimination.

Smoke was rising here and there among the creepers that festooned the dead or dying trees.

Beneath the capering boys a quarter of a mile square of forest was savage with smoke and flame.

Jack stood there, streaming with sweat, streaked with brown earth, stained by all the vicissitudes of a day's hunting.

Simon's contrite face appeared in the hole.

Ralph gazed bewildered at his rapt face.

Jack nodded, as much for the sake of agreeing as anything, and by tacit consent they left the shelter and went toward the bathing pool.

The deep sea breaking miles away on the reef made an undertone less perceptible than the susurration of the blood.