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"
Tip
it
!
"
Matilda
whispered
.
"
Tip
it
over
!
"
She
saw
the
glass
wobble
.
It
actually
tilted
backwards
a
fraction
of
an
inch
,
then
righted
itself
again
.
She
kept
pushing
at
it
with
all
those
millions
of
invisible
little
arms
and
hands
that
were
reaching
out
from
her
eyes
,
feeling
the
power
that
was
flashing
straight
from
the
two
little
black
dots
in
the
very
centres
of
her
eyeballs
.
"
Tip
it
!
"
she
whispered
again
.
"
Tip
it
over
!
"
Once
more
the
glass
wobbled
.
She
pushed
harder
still
,
willing
her
eyes
to
shoot
out
more
power
.
And
then
,
very
very
slowly
,
so
slowly
she
could
hardly
see
it
happening
,
the
glass
began
to
lean
backwards
,
farther
and
farther
and
farther
backwards
until
it
was
balancing
on
just
one
edge
of
its
base
.
And
there
it
teetered
for
a
few
seconds
before
finally
toppling
over
and
falling
with
a
sharp
tinkle
on
to
the
desk
-
top
.
The
water
in
it
and
the
squirming
newt
splashed
out
all
over
Miss
Trunchbull
’
s
enormous
bosom
.
The
headmistress
let
out
a
yell
that
must
have
rattled
every
window
-
pane
in
the
building
and
for
the
second
time
in
the
last
five
minutes
she
shot
out
of
her
chair
like
a
rocket
.
The
newt
clutched
desperately
at
the
cotton
smock
where
it
covered
the
great
chest
and
there
it
clung
with
its
little
claw
-
like
feet
.
The
Trunchbull
looked
down
and
saw
it
and
she
bellowed
even
louder
and
with
a
swipe
of
her
hand
she
sent
the
creature
flying
across
the
class
-
room
.
It
landed
on
the
floor
beside
Lavender
’
s
desk
and
very
quickly
she
ducked
down
and
picked
it
up
and
put
it
into
her
pencil
-
box
for
another
time
.
A
newt
,
she
decided
,
was
a
useful
thing
to
have
around
.
The
Trunchbull
,
her
face
more
like
a
boiled
ham
than
ever
,
was
standing
before
the
class
quivering
with
fury
.
Her
massive
bosom
was
heaving
in
and
out
and
the
splash
of
water
down
the
front
of
it
made
a
dark
wet
patch
that
had
probably
soaked
right
through
to
her
skin
.
"
Who
did
it
?
"
she
roared
.
"
Come
on
!
Own
up
!
Step
forward
!
You
won
’
t
escape
this
time
!
Who
is
responsible
for
this
dirty
job
?
Who
pushed
over
this
glass
?
"
Nobody
answered
.
The
whole
room
remained
silent
as
a
tomb
.
"
Matilda
!
"
she
roared
.
"
It
was
you
!
I
know
it
was
you
!
"
Matilda
,
in
the
second
row
,
sat
very
still
and
said
nothing
.
