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"
I
suppose
she
set
fire
to
your
skirt
and
scorched
your
knickers
!
"
Miss
Trunchbull
snorted
.
"
No
,
no
!
"
Miss
Honey
cried
out
.
"
Matilda
is
a
genius
.
"
At
the
mention
of
this
word
,
Miss
Trunchbull
’
s
face
turned
purple
and
her
whole
body
seemed
to
swell
up
like
a
bullfrog
’
s
.
"
A
genius
!
"
she
shouted
.
"
What
piffle
is
this
you
are
talking
,
madam
?
You
must
be
out
of
your
mind
!
I
have
her
father
’
s
word
for
it
that
the
child
is
a
gangster
!
"
"
Her
father
is
wrong
,
Headmistress
.
"
"
Don
’
t
be
a
twerp
,
Miss
Honey
!
You
have
met
the
little
beast
for
only
half
an
hour
and
her
father
has
known
her
all
her
life
!
"
But
Miss
Honey
was
determined
to
have
her
say
and
she
now
began
to
describe
some
of
the
amazing
things
Matilda
had
done
with
arithmetic
.
"
So
she
’
s
learnt
a
few
tables
by
heart
,
has
she
?
"
Miss
Trunchbull
barked
.
"
My
dear
woman
,
that
doesn
’
t
make
her
a
genius
!
It
makes
her
a
parrot
!
"
"
But
Headmistress
she
can
read
.
"
"
So
can
I
,
"
Miss
Trunchbull
snapped
.
"
It
is
my
opinion
"
,
Miss
Honey
said
,
"
that
Matilda
should
be
taken
out
of
my
form
and
placed
immediately
in
the
top
form
with
the
eleven
-
year
-
olds
.
"
