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"
What
's
your
name
?
"
the
dark
beauty
muttered
out
of
the
side
of
her
mouth
,
chewing
on
the
end
of
her
pencil
and
spitting
the
frayed
bits
into
her
empty
ink-well
hole
.
"
Meggie
Cleary
,
"
she
whispered
back
.
"
You
there
!
"
came
a
dry
,
harsh
voice
from
the
front
of
the
classroom
.
Meggie
jumped
,
looking
around
in
bewilderment
.
There
was
a
hollow
clatter
as
twenty
children
all
put
their
pencils
down
together
,
a
muted
rustling
as
precious
sheets
of
paper
were
shuffled
to
one
side
so
elbows
could
be
surreptitiously
placed
on
desks
.
With
a
heart
that
seemed
to
crumple
down
toward
her
boots
,
Meggie
realized
everyone
was
staring
at
her
.
Sister
Agatha
was
coming
down
the
aisle
rapidly
;
Meggie
's
terror
was
so
acute
that
had
there
only
been
somewhere
to
flee
,
she
would
have
run
for
her
life
.
But
behind
her
was
the
partition
shutting
off
the
middle
grade
's
room
,
on
either
side
desks
crowded
her
in
,
and
in
front
was
Sister
Agatha
.
Her
eyes
nearly
filled
her
pinched
little
face
as
she
stared
up
at
the
nun
in
suffocated
fear
,
her
hands
clenching
and
unclenching
on
the
desktop
.
"
You
spoke
,
Meghann
Cleary
.
"
"
Yes
,
Sister
.
"
"
And
what
did
you
say
?
"
"
My
name
,
Sister
.
"
"
Your
name
!
"
Sister
Agatha
sneered
,
looking
around
at
the
other
children
as
if
they
,
too
,
surely
must
share
her
contempt
.
"
Well
,
children
,
are
we
not
honored
?
Another
Cleary
in
our
school
,
and
she
can
not
wait
to
broadcast
her
name
!
"
She
turned
back
to
Meggie
.
"
Stand
up
when
I
address
you
,
you
ignorant
little
savage
!
And
hold
out
your
hands
,
please
.
"
