"That is for your impudence in answering mama awhile since," said

he, "and for your sneaking way of getting behind curtains, and for

the look you had in your eyes two minutes since, you rat!"

Accustomed to John Reed's abuse, I never had an idea of replying to

it; my care was how to endure the blow which would certainly follow

the insult.

"What were you doing behind the curtain?" he asked.

"I was reading."

"Show the book."

I returned to the window and fetched it thence.

"You have no business to take our books; you are a dependent, mama

says; you have no money; your father left you none; you ought to

beg, and not to live here with gentlemen's children like us, and eat

the same meals we do, and wear clothes at our mama's expense. Now,

I'll teach you to rummage my bookshelves: for they ARE mine; all

the house belongs to me, or will do in a few years. Go and stand by

the door, out of the way of the mirror and the windows."

I did so, not at first aware what was his intention; but when I saw

him lift and poise the book and stand in act to hurl it, I

instinctively started aside with a cry of alarm: not soon enough,

however; the volume was flung, it hit me, and I fell, striking my

head against the door and cutting it. The cut bled, the pain was

sharp: my terror had passed its climax; other feelings succeeded.

"Wicked and cruel boy!" I said. "You are like a murderer--you are

like a slave-driver--you are like the Roman emperors!"

I had read Goldsmith's History of Rome, and had formed my opinion of

Nero, Caligula, &c. Also I had drawn parallels in silence, which I

never thought thus to have declared aloud.

"What! what!" he cried. "Did she say that to me? Did you hear her,

Eliza and Georgiana? Won't I tell mama? but first--"

He ran headlong at me: I felt him grasp my hair and my shoulder:

he had closed with a desperate thing. I really saw in him a tyrant,

a murderer. I felt a drop or two of blood from my head trickle down

my neck, and was sensible of somewhat pungent suffering: these

sensations for the time predominated over fear, and I received him

in frantic sort. I don't very well know what I did with my hands,

but he called me "Rat! Rat!" and bellowed out aloud. Aid was near

him: Eliza and Georgiana had run for Mrs. Reed, who was gone

upstairs: she now came upon the scene, followed by Bessie and her

maid Abbot. We were parted: I heard the words "Dear! dear! What a fury to fly at Master John!"




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