"A monstrous falsehood! He knows it is.
Theophilus knows it is.

I have been falsely accused and unjustly punished; I will remember that blow to my dying day.

I will never forget nor forgive it." "And who cares, my hero, for your impotent rage ?" My uncle seized me by my thick curling hair, and turned round my face, hot with passion and streaming with tears of rage, to the gaze of my sneering enemies.

"I will make you know, that you are in my house and in my power--and you _shall_ submit to my authority, and the authority of those I choose to place over you." I struggled desperately in his herculean grasp in order to free myself.
He laughed at my impotent rage and then threw me on the floor--and this time, I was quiet enough.
When I recovered my senses, I found myself lying upon the bed in the garret, allotted to my use.

My aunt was sitting beside me, bathing my temples with vinegar and water.