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And
indeed
it
was
.
"
What
the
blazes
is
this
?
"
yelled
the
Trunchbull
.
It
had
shaken
her
to
see
her
own
first
name
being
written
like
that
by
an
invisible
hand
.
She
dropped
Wilfred
on
to
the
floor
.
Then
she
yelled
at
nobody
in
particular
,
’
’
Who
’
s
doing
this
?
Who
’
s
writing
it
?
The
chalk
continued
to
write
.
Everyone
in
the
place
heard
the
gasp
that
came
from
the
Trunchbull
’
s
throat
.
"
No
!
"
she
cried
,
"
It
can
’
t
be
!
It
can
’
t
be
Magnus
!
"
Miss
Honey
,
at
the
side
of
the
room
glanced
swiftly
at
Matilda
.
The
child
was
sitting
very
straight
at
her
desk
,
the
head
held
high
,
the
mouth
compressed
,
the
eyes
glittering
like
two
stars
.
For
some
reason
everyone
now
looked
at
the
Trunchbull
.
The
woman
’
s
face
had
turned
white
as
snow
and
her
mouth
was
opening
and
shutting
like
a
halibut
out
of
water
and
giving
out
a
series
of
strangled
gasps
.
The
chalk
stopped
writing
.
It
hovered
for
a
few
moments
,
then
suddenly
it
dropped
to
the
floor
with
a
tinkle
and
broke
in
two
.
Wilfred
,
who
had
managed
to
resume
his
seat
in
the
front
row
,
screamed
,
"
Miss
Trunchbull
has
fallen
down
!
Miss
Trunchbull
is
on
the
floor
!
"
This
was
the
most
sensational
bit
of
news
of
all
and
the
entire
class
jumped
up
out
of
their
seats
to
have
a
really
good
look
.
And
there
she
was
,
the
huge
figure
of
the
Headmistress
,
stretched
full
-
length
on
her
back
across
the
floor
,
out
for
the
count
.
