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Matilda
,
who
had
been
listening
closely
,
said
,
"
But
daddy
,
that
’
s
even
more
dishonest
than
the
sawdust
.
It
’
s
disgusting
.
You
’
re
cheating
people
who
trust
you
.
"
"
If
you
don
’
t
like
it
then
don
’
t
eat
the
food
in
this
house
,
"
the
father
said
.
"
It
’
s
bought
with
the
profits
.
"
"
It
’
s
dirty
money
,
"
Matilda
said
.
"
I
hate
it
.
"
Two
red
spots
appears
on
the
father
’
s
cheeks
.
"
Who
the
heck
do
you
think
you
are
,
"
he
shouted
,
"
The
Archbishop
of
Canterbury
or
something
,
preaching
to
me
about
honesty
?
You
’
re
just
an
ignorant
little
squirt
who
hasn
’
t
the
foggiest
idea
what
you
’
re
talking
about
!
"
"
Quite
right
,
Harry
,
"
the
mother
said
.
And
to
Matilda
she
said
,
"
You
’
ve
got
a
nerve
talking
to
your
father
like
that
.
Now
keep
your
nasty
mouth
shut
so
we
can
all
watch
this
programme
in
peace
.
"
They
were
in
the
living
-
room
eating
their
suppers
on
their
knees
in
front
of
the
telly
.
The
suppers
were
TV
dinners
in
floppy
aluminium
containers
with
separate
compartments
for
the
stewed
meat
,
the
boiled
potatoes
and
the
peas
.
Mrs
.
Wormwood
sat
munching
her
meal
with
her
eyes
glued
to
the
American
soap
-
opera
on
the
screen
.
She
was
a
large
woman
whose
hair
was
dyed
platinum
blonde
except
where
you
could
see
the
mousy
-
brown
bits
growing
out
from
the
roots
.
She
wore
heavy
makeup
and
she
had
one
of
those
unfortunate
bulging
figures
where
the
flesh
appears
to
be
strapped
in
all
around
the
body
to
prevent
it
from
falling
out
.
"
Mummy
,
"
Matilda
said
,
"
would
you
mind
if
I
ate
my
supper
in
the
dining
-
room
so
I
could
read
my
book
?
"
The
father
glanced
up
sharply
.
"
I
would
mind
!
"
he
snapped
.
"
Supper
is
a
family
gathering
and
no
one
leaves
the
table
till
it
’
s
over
!
"
"
But
we
’
re
not
at
the
table
,
"
Matilda
said
.
"
We
never
are
.
