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"Wicked and cruel boy!" I said.  "You are like a murderer--you are like a slave-driver--you are like the Roman emperors!"  I had read Goldsmith's History of Rome, and had formed my opinion of Nero, Caligula, &c.  Also I had drawn parallels in silence, which I never thought thus to have declared aloud.  "What! what!" he cried.  "Did she say that to me?  Did you hear her, Eliza and Georgiana?  Won't I tell mama? but first--"  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'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.     CHAPTER II   I resisted all the way: a new thing for me, and a circumstance which greatly strengthened the bad opinion Bessie and Miss Abbot were disposed to entertain of me.  The fact is, I was a trifle beside myself; or rather _out_ of myself, as the French would say: I was conscious that a moment's mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties, and, like any other rebel slave, I felt resolved, in my desperation, to go all lengths.  "Hold her arms, Miss Abbot: she's like a mad cat."  "For shame! for shame!" cried the lady's-maid.  "What shocking conduct, Miss Eyre, to strike a young gentleman, your benefactress's son!  Your young master."  "Master!  How is he my master?  Am I a servant?"