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Now
for
the
practice
,
she
told
herself
.
It
’
s
going
to
be
tough
but
I
’
m
determined
to
do
it
.
Her
plan
for
helping
Miss
Honey
was
beginning
to
form
beautifully
in
her
mind
.
She
had
it
now
in
almost
every
detail
,
but
in
the
end
it
all
depended
upon
her
being
able
to
do
one
very
special
thing
with
her
eye
-
power
.
She
knew
she
wouldn
’
t
manage
it
right
away
,
but
she
felt
fairly
confident
that
with
a
great
deal
of
practice
and
effort
,
she
would
succeed
in
the
end
.
The
cigar
was
essential
.
It
was
perhaps
a
bit
thicker
than
she
would
have
liked
,
but
the
weight
was
about
right
.
It
would
be
fine
for
practising
with
.
There
was
a
small
dressing
-
table
in
Matilda
’
s
bedroom
with
her
hairbrush
and
comb
on
it
and
two
library
books
.
She
cleared
these
things
to
one
side
and
laid
the
cigar
down
in
the
middle
of
the
dressing
-
table
.
Then
she
walked
away
and
sat
on
the
end
of
her
bed
.
She
was
now
about
ten
feet
from
the
cigar
.
She
settled
herself
and
began
to
concentrate
,
and
very
quickly
this
time
she
felt
the
electricity
beginning
to
flow
inside
her
head
,
gathering
itself
behind
the
eyes
,
and
the
eyes
became
hot
and
millions
of
tiny
invisible
hands
began
pushing
out
like
sparks
towards
the
cigar
.
"
Move
!
"
she
whispered
,
and
to
her
intense
surprise
,
almost
at
once
,
the
cigar
with
its
little
red
and
gold
paper
band
around
its
middle
rolled
away
across
the
top
of
the
dressing
-
table
and
fell
on
to
the
carpet
.
Matilda
had
enjoyed
that
.
It
was
lovely
doing
it
.
It
had
felt
as
though
sparks
were
going
round
and
round
inside
her
head
and
flashing
out
of
her
eyes
.
It
had
given
her
a
sense
of
power
that
was
almost
ethereal
.
And
how
quick
it
had
been
this
time
!
How
simple
!
She
crossed
the
bedroom
and
picked
up
the
cigar
and
put
it
back
on
the
table
.
Now
for
the
difficult
one
,
she
thought
.
But
if
I
have
the
power
to
push
,
then
surely
I
also
have
the
power
to
lift
?
It
is
vital
I
learn
how
to
lift
it
.
I
must
learn
how
to
lift
it
right
up
into
the
air
and
keep
it
there
.
It
is
not
a
very
heavy
thing
,
a
cigar
.
She
sat
on
the
end
of
the
bed
and
started
again
.
It
was
easy
now
to
summon
up
the
power
behind
her
eyes
.
It
was
like
pushing
a
trigger
in
the
brain
.
"
Lift
!
"
she
whispered
.
"
Lift
!
Lift
!
"
At
first
the
cigar
started
to
roll
away
.
But
then
,
with
Matilda
concentrating
fiercely
,
one
end
of
it
slowly
lifted
up
about
an
inch
off
the
table
-
top
.
