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!" "Did ever anybody see such a picture of passion!" Then Mrs.Reed subjoined-- "Take her away to the red-room, and lock her in there." Four hands were immediately laid upon me, and I was borne upstairs..