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"
Nobody
else
could
have
thought
up
a
trick
like
that
!
Your
father
was
right
to
warn
me
about
you
!
"
The
woman
seemed
to
have
lost
control
of
herself
completely
.
She
was
ranting
like
a
maniac
.
"
You
are
finished
in
this
school
,
young
lady
!
"
she
shouted
.
"
You
are
finished
everywhere
.
I
shall
personally
see
to
it
that
you
are
put
away
in
a
place
where
not
even
the
crows
can
land
their
droppings
on
you
!
You
will
probably
never
see
the
light
of
day
again
!
"
"
I
’
m
telling
you
I
did
not
do
it
!
"
Matilda
screamed
.
"
I
’
ve
never
even
seen
a
creature
like
that
in
my
life
!
"
"
You
have
put
a
.
.
.
a
.
.
.
a
crocodile
in
my
drinking
water
!
"
the
Trunchbull
yelled
back
.
"
There
is
no
worse
crime
in
the
world
against
a
Headmistress
!
Now
sit
down
and
don
’
t
say
a
word
!
Go
on
,
sit
down
at
once
!
"
"
But
I
’
m
telling
you
.
.
.
"
Matilda
shouted
,
refusing
to
sit
down
.
"
I
am
telling
you
to
shut
up
!
"
the
Trunchbull
roared
.
"
If
you
don
’
t
shut
up
at
once
and
sit
down
I
shall
remove
my
belt
and
let
you
have
it
with
the
end
that
has
the
buckle
!
"
Slowly
Matilda
sat
down
.
Oh
,
the
rottenness
of
it
all
!
The
unfairness
!
How
dare
they
expel
her
for
something
she
hadn
’
t
done
!
Matilda
felt
herself
getting
angrier
.
.
.
and
angrier
.
.
.
and
angrier
.
.
.
so
unbearably
angry
that
something
was
bound
to
explode
inside
her
very
soon
.
The
newt
was
still
squirming
in
the
tall
glass
of
water
.
It
looked
horribly
uncomfortable
.
The
glass
was
not
big
enough
for
it
.
Matilda
glared
at
the
Trunchbull
.
How
she
hated
her
.
She
glared
at
the
glass
with
the
newt
in
it
.
She
longed
to
march
up
and
grab
the
glass
and
tip
the
contents
,
newt
and
all
,
over
the
Trunchbull
’
s
head
.
She
trembled
to
think
what
the
Trunchbull
would
do
to
her
if
she
did
that
.
The
Trunchbull
was
sitting
behind
the
teacher
’
s
table
staring
with
a
mixture
of
horror
and
fascination
at
the
newt
wriggling
in
the
glass
.
Matilda
’
s
eyes
were
also
riveted
on
the
glass
.
And
now
,
quite
slowly
,
there
began
to
creep
over
Matilda
a
most
extraordinary
and
peculiar
feeling
.
The
feeling
was
mostly
in
the
eyes
.
A
kind
of
electricity
seemed
to
be
gathering
inside
them
.
A
sense
of
power
was
brewing
in
those
eyes
of
hers
,
a
feeling
of
great
strength
was
settling
itself
deep
inside
her
eyes
.
But
there
was
also
another
feeling
which
was
something
else
altogether
,
and
which
she
could
not
understand
.
It
was
like
flashes
of
lightning
.
Little
waves
of
lightning
seemed
to
be
flashing
out
of
her
eyes
.
Her
eyeballs
were
beginning
to
get
hot
,
as
though
vast
energy
was
building
up
somewhere
inside
them
.
It
was
an
amazing
sensation
.
She
kept
her
eyes
steadily
on
the
glass
,
and
now
the
power
was
concentrating
itself
in
one
small
part
of
each
eye
and
growing
stronger
and
stronger
and
it
felt
as
though
millions
of
tiny
little
invisible
arms
with
hands
on
them
were
shooting
out
of
her
eyes
towards
the
glass
she
was
staring
at
.
