rror he inspired； because I had no appeal whatever against either his menaces or his inflictions； the servants did not like to offend their young master by taking my part against him； and Mrs。 Reed was blind and deaf on the subject： she never saw him strike or heard him abuse me； though he did both now and then in her very presence； more frequently； however； behind her back。
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。 I wonder if he read that notion in my face； for； all at once； without speaking； he struck suddenly and strongly。 I tottered； and on regaining my equilibrium retired back a step or two from his chair。
“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 an