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She
was
yanking
inexpertly
at
a
large
knot
when
the
dreadful
thing
happened
.
Off
came
the
hair
,
all
of
it
,
dangling
in
a
tousled
clump
from
the
teeth
of
the
comb
.
Above
Agnes
's
smooth
broad
brow
there
was
nothing
;
no
head
,
no
bald
skull
.
Just
an
awful
,
yawning
hole
.
Shivering
in
terror
,
Meggie
leaned
forward
to
peer
inside
the
doll
's
cranium
.
The
inverted
contours
of
cheeks
and
chin
showed
dimly
,
light
glittered
between
the
parted
lips
with
their
teeth
a
black
,
animal
silhouette
,
and
above
all
this
were
Agnes
's
eyes
,
two
horrible
clicking
balls
speared
by
a
wire
rod
that
cruelly
pierced
her
head
.
Meggie
's
scream
was
high
and
thin
,
unchildlike
;
she
flung
Agnes
away
and
went
on
screaming
,
hands
covering
her
face
,
shaking
and
shuddering
.
Then
she
felt
Frank
pull
at
her
fingers
and
take
her
into
his
arms
,
pushing
her
face
into
the
side
of
his
neck
.
Wrapping
her
arms
about
him
,
she
took
comfort
from
him
until
his
nearness
calmed
her
enough
to
become
aware
of
how
nice
he
smelled
,
all
horses
and
sweat
and
iron
.
When
she
quietened
,
Frank
made
her
tell
him
what
was
the
matter
;
he
picked
up
the
doll
and
stared
into
its
empty
head
in
wonder
,
trying
to
remember
if
his
infant
universe
had
been
so
beset
by
strange
terrors
.
But
his
unpleasant
phantoms
were
of
people
and
whispers
and
cold
glances
.
Of
his
mother
's
face
pinched
and
shrinking
,
her
hand
trembling
as
it
held
his
,
the
set
of
her
shoulders
.
What
had
Meggie
seen
,
to
make
her
take
on
so
?
He
fancied
she
would
not
have
been
nearly
so
upset
if
poor
Agnes
had
only
bled
when
she
lost
her
hair
.
Bleeding
was
a
fact
;
someone
in
the
Cleary
family
bled
copiously
at
least
once
a
week
.
"
Her
eyes
,
her
eyes
!
"
Meggie
whispered
,
refusing
to
look
at
the
doll
.
"
She
's
a
bloody
marvel
,
Meggie
,
"
he
murmured
,
his
face
nuzzling
into
her
hair
.
How
fine
it
was
,
how
rich
and
full
of
color
!
It
took
him
half
an
hour
of
cajoling
to
make
her
look
at
Agnes
,
and
half
an
hour
more
elapsed
before
he
could
persuade
her
to
peer
into
the
scalped
hole
.
He
showed
her
how
the
eyes
worked
,
how
very
carefully
they
had
been
aligned
to
fit
snugly
yet
swing
easily
opened
or
closed
.
"
Come
on
now
,
it
's
time
you
went
inside
,
"
he
told
her
,
swinging
her
up
into
his
arms
and
tucking
the
doll
between
his
chest
and
hers
.
"
We
'll
get
Mum
to
fix
her
up
,
eh
?
We
'll
wash
and
iron
her
clothes
,
and
glue
on
her
hair
again
.
I
'll
make
you
some
proper
hairpins
out
of
those
pearls
,
too
,
so
they
ca
n't
fall
out
and
you
can
do
her
hair
in
all
sorts
of
ways
.
"
