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The
cruel
weather
went
on
and
on
.
And
every
day
,
Charlie
Bucket
grew
thinner
and
thinner
.
His
face
became
frighteningly
white
and
pinched
.
The
skin
was
drawn
so
tightly
over
the
cheeks
that
you
could
see
the
shapes
of
the
bones
underneath
.
It
seemed
doubtful
whether
he
could
go
on
much
longer
like
this
without
becoming
dangerously
ill
.
And
now
,
very
calmly
,
with
that
curious
wisdom
that
seems
to
come
so
often
to
small
children
in
times
of
hardship
,
he
began
to
make
little
changes
here
and
there
in
some
of
the
things
that
he
did
,
so
as
to
save
his
strength
.
In
the
mornings
,
he
left
the
house
ten
minutes
earlier
so
that
he
could
walk
slowly
to
school
,
without
ever
having
to
run
.
He
sat
quietly
in
the
classroom
during
break
,
resting
himself
,
while
the
others
rushed
outdoors
and
threw
snowballs
and
wrestled
in
the
snow
.
Everything
he
did
now
,
he
did
slowly
and
carefully
,
to
prevent
exhaustion
.
Then
one
afternoon
,
walking
back
home
with
the
icy
wind
in
his
face
(
and
incidentally
feeling
hungrier
than
he
had
ever
felt
before
)
,
his
eye
was
caught
suddenly
by
something
silvery
lying
in
the
gutter
,
in
the
snow
.
Charlie
stepped
off
the
kerb
and
bent
down
to
examine
it
.
Part
of
it
was
buried
under
the
snow
,
but
he
saw
at
once
what
it
was
.
It
was
a
fifty-pence
piece
!
Quickly
he
looked
around
him
.
Had
somebody
just
dropped
it
?
No
--
that
was
impossible
because
of
the
way
part
of
it
was
buried
.
Several
people
went
hurrying
past
him
on
the
pavement
,
their
chins
sunk
deep
in
the
collars
of
their
coats
,
their
feet
crunching
in
the
snow
.
None
of
them
was
searching
for
any
money
;
none
of
them
was
taking
the
slightest
notice
of
the
small
boy
crouching
in
the
gutter
.
Then
was
it
his
,
this
fifty
pence
?
