Several of them were holding their noses with gloved fingers and there were cries of, "Poo! What a stink! We can't stand this much longer!" They simply stood there in small groups, watching me and knowing for certain that there was no way I could escape. The witches were not bothering to chase me. As I came level with the doors, I paused and tried to open them but the big chain was on them and they didn't even rattle. I ran, oh how I ran! The sheer terror of it all put wings on my feet! I flew around the outside of the great Ballroom and not one of them had a chance of catching me. I looked round and I saw a hideous painted and powdered witch's face staring down at me, and the face opened its mouth and yelled triumphantly, "It's here! It's behind the screen! Come and get it!" The witch reached out a gloved hand and grabbed me by the hair but I twisted free and jumped away. I remember thinking to myself, There is no escape for me now! Even if I make a run for it and manage to dodge the lot of them, I still won't get out because the doors are chained and locked! I'm finished! I'm done for! Oh Grandmamma, what are they going to do to me?
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