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.
“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,
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