Piggy stood and the rose of indignation faded slowly from his cheeks.

The assault on the summit must wait while the three boys accepted this challenge.

His face was dark with the violent pleasure of making this stupendous noise.

The choir boy who had fainted sat up against a palm trunk, smiled pallidly at Ralph and said that his name was Simon.

The bushes were dark evergreen and aromatic and the many buds were waxen green and folded up against the light.

The three boys rushed forward and Jack drew his knife again with a flourish.

Ralph pushed both hands through his hair and looked at the little boy in mixed amusement and exasperation.

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.

They assented.

His voice lifted into the whine of virtuous recrimination.

He paused in the tumult, standing, looking beyond them and down the unfriendly side of the mountain.

By now they were listening to the tirade.

"-- then you come up here an' pinch my specs --"

Jack lifted his head and stared at the inscrutable masses of creeper that lay across the trail.

The littluns watched him inscrutably over double handfuls of ripe fruit.

For a moment, his movements were almost furtive. Then he bent down and wormed his way into the center of the mat.

There had grown up tacitly among the biguns the opinion that Piggy was an outsider.

... a certain disinclination for manual labor.

Piggy grabbed and put on his glasses. He looked malevolently at Jack.

an optical illusion or phenomenon

a break or interruption

a severe hatred

having very pale skin

showing proper behavior

the bad guy in the story

an act or expression of criticism

a composition that imitates a style

feelings of great warmth and intensity

walk leisurely with no apparent aim