Lord of the Flies

by: William Golding

Chapter 8

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

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“And about the beast. When we kill we’ll some of the kill for it. Then it won’t bother us, maybe.” – Jack

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The head remained there, dim-eyed grinning faintly, blood blackening between the teeth. All at once they were running away, as fast as they could, through the forest toward the open beach.

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At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blood – and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition.


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