Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, Juvenile Fiction, Classics

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& 39;t very well know what I did with my hands, but he called me& 34;Rat! Rat!& 34; 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 --& 34;Dear! dear! What a fury to fly at Master John!& 34;& 34;Did ever anybody see such a picture of passion!& 34; Then Mrs. Reed subjoined --& 34;Take her away to the red-room, and lock her in there.& 34; Four hands were immediately laid upon me, and I was borne upstairs. I resisted all the way. . . .