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Now
,
in
the
early
morning
privacy
of
the
bathroom
,
Matilda
unscrewed
the
cap
of
her
father
’
s
oil
of
violets
and
tipped
three
-
quarters
of
the
contents
down
the
drain
.
Then
she
filled
the
bottle
up
with
her
mother
’
s
PLATINUM
BLONDE
HAIR
-
DYE
EXTRA
STRONG
.
She
carefully
left
enough
of
her
father
’
s
original
hair
tonic
in
the
bottle
so
that
when
she
gave
it
a
good
shake
the
whole
thing
still
looked
reasonably
purple
.
She
then
replaced
the
bottle
on
the
shelf
above
the
sink
,
taking
care
to
put
her
mother
’
s
bottle
back
in
the
cupboard
.
So
far
so
good
.
At
breakfast
time
Matilda
sat
quietly
at
the
dining
-
room
table
eating
her
cornflakes
.
Her
brother
sat
opposite
her
with
his
back
to
the
door
devouring
hunks
of
bread
smothered
with
a
mixture
of
peanut
-
butter
and
strawberry
jam
.
The
mother
was
just
out
of
sight
around
the
corner
in
the
kitchen
making
Mr
.
Wormwood
’
s
breakfast
which
always
had
to
be
two
fried
eggs
on
fried
bread
with
three
pork
sausages
and
three
strips
of
bacon
and
some
fried
tomatoes
.
At
this
point
Mr
.
Wormwood
came
noisily
into
the
room
.
He
was
incapable
of
entering
any
room
quietly
,
especially
at
breakfast
time
.
He
always
had
to
make
his
appearance
felt
immediately
by
creating
a
lot
of
noise
and
clatter
.
One
could
almost
hear
him
saying
,
"
It
’
s
me
!
Here
I
come
,
the
great
man
himself
,
the
master
of
the
house
,
the
wage
-
earner
,
the
one
who
makes
it
possible
for
all
the
rest
of
you
to
live
so
well
!
Notice
me
and
pay
your
respects
!
"
On
this
occasion
he
strode
in
and
slapped
his
son
on
the
back
and
shouted
,
"
Well
my
boy
,
your
father
feels
he
’
s
in
for
another
great
money
-
making
day
today
at
the
garage
!
I
’
ve
got
a
few
little
beauties
I
’
m
going
to
flog
to
the
idiots
this
morning
.
Where
’
s
my
breakfast
?
"
"
It
’
s
coming
,
treasure
,
"
Mrs
.
Wormwood
called
from
the
kitchen
.
Matilda
kept
her
face
bent
low
over
her
cornflakes
.
She
didn
’
t
dare
look
up
.
In
the
first
place
she
wasn
’
t
at
all
sure
what
she
was
going
to
see
.
And
secondly
,
if
she
did
see
what
she
thought
she
was
going
to
see
,
she
wouldn
’
t
trust
herself
to
keep
a
straight
face
.
The
son
was
looking
directly
ahead
out
of
the
window
stuffing
himself
with
bread
and
peanut
-
butter
and
strawberry
jam
.
The
father
was
just
moving
round
to
sit
at
the
head
of
the
table
when
the
mother
came
sweeping
out
from
the
kitchen
carrying
a
huge
plate
piled
high
with
eggs
and
sausages
and
bacon
and
tomatoes
.
She
looked
up
.
She
caught
sight
of
her
husband
.
She
stopped
dead
.
Then
she
let
out
a
scream
that
seemed
to
lift
her
right
up
into
the
air
and
she
dropped
the
plate
with
a
crash
and
a
splash
on
to
the
floor
.
Everyone
jumped
,
including
Mr
.
Wormwood
.
"
What
the
heck
’
s
the
matter
with
you
,
woman
?
"
he
shouted
.
"
Look
at
the
mess
you
’
ve
made
on
the
carpet
!
"
