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Meggie
scrambled
out
of
her
seat
,
her
long
curls
swinging
across
her
face
and
bouncing
away
.
Gripping
her
hands
together
,
she
wrung
them
desperately
,
but
Sister
Agatha
did
not
move
,
only
waited
,
waited
,
waited
...
Then
somehow
Meggie
managed
to
force
her
hands
out
,
but
as
the
cane
descended
she
snatched
them
away
,
gasping
in
terror
.
Sister
Agatha
locked
her
fingers
in
the
bunched
hair
on
top
of
Meggie
's
head
and
hauled
her
closer
,
bringing
her
face
up
to
within
inches
of
those
dreadful
spectacles
.
"
Hold
out
your
hands
,
Meghann
Cleary
.
"
It
was
said
courteously
,
coldly
,
implacably
.
Meggie
opened
her
mouth
and
vomited
all
over
the
front
of
Sister
Agatha
's
habit
.
There
was
a
horrified
intake
of
breath
from
every
child
in
the
room
as
Sister
Agatha
stood
with
the
disgusting
sick
dripping
down
her
black
pleats
onto
the
floor
,
her
face
purple
with
rage
and
astonishment
.
Then
down
came
the
cane
,
anywhere
it
could
land
on
Meggie
's
body
as
she
flung
up
her
arms
to
shield
her
face
and
cringed
,
still
retching
,
into
the
corner
.
When
Sister
Agatha
's
arm
was
so
tired
it
did
not
want
to
lift
the
cane
,
she
pointed
toward
the
door
.
"
Go
home
,
you
revolting
little
Philistine
,
"
she
said
,
turned
on
her
heel
and
went
through
into
Sister
Declan
's
classroom
.
Meggie
's
frantic
gaze
found
Stu
;
he
nodded
his
head
as
if
to
tell
her
she
must
do
as
she
was
told
,
his
soft
blue-green
eyes
full
of
pity
and
understanding
.
Wiping
her
mouth
with
her
handkerchief
,
she
stumbled
through
the
door
and
out
into
the
playground
.
There
were
still
two
hours
to
go
before
school
was
dismissed
;
she
plodded
down
the
street
without
interest
,
knowing
there
was
no
chance
the
boys
would
catch
up
with
her
,
and
too
frightened
to
find
somewhere
to
wait
for
them
.
She
had
to
go
home
on
her
own
,
confess
to
Mum
on
her
own
.
Fee
nearly
fell
over
her
as
she
staggered
out
of
the
back
door
with
a
full
basket
of
wet
washing
.
Meggie
was
sitting
on
the
top-step
of
the
back
veranda
,
her
head
down
,
the
ends
of
her
bright
curls
sticky
and
the
front
of
her
dress
stained
.
Putting
down
the
crushing
weight
of
the
basket
,
Fee
sighed
,
pushed
a
strand
of
wayward
hair
out
of
her
eyes
.
"
Well
,
what
happened
?
"
she
demanded
tiredly
.
"
I
was
sick
all
over
Sister
Agatha
.
"
"
Oh
,
Lord
!
"
Fee
said
,
her
hands
on
her
hips
.
