1 I returned to the window and fetched it thence.
2 I feared nothing but interruption, and that came too soon.
3 A breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room, I slipped in there.
4 With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy: happy at least in my way.
5 The two ships becalmed on a torpid sea, I believed to be marine phantoms.
6 I tottered, and on regaining my equilibrium retired back a step or two from his chair.
7 And I came out immediately, for I trembled at the idea of being dragged forth by the said Jack.
8 At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon.
9 I wonder if he read that notion in my face; for, all at once, without speaking, he struck suddenly and strongly.
10 It contained a bookcase: I soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures.
11 I mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat cross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement.
12 He bullied and punished me; not two or three times in the week, nor once or twice in the day, but continually: every nerve I had feared him, and every morsel of flesh in my bones shrank when he came near.
13 I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard, with its inscribed headstone; its gate, its two trees, its low horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly-risen crescent, attesting the hour of eventide.
14 John Reed was a schoolboy of fourteen years old; four years older than I, for I was but ten: large and stout for his age, with a dingy and unwholesome skin; thick lineaments in a spacious visage, heavy limbs and large extremities.
15 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.
16 Habitually obedient to John, I came up to his chair: he spent some three minutes in thrusting out his tongue at me as far as he could without damaging the roots: I knew he would soon strike, and while dreading the blow, I mused on the disgusting and ugly appearance of him who would presently deal it.
17 I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.
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