Hindley [Branwell Brontë] I came out immediately, for I hurried up from his paradise on trembled at the idea of being the hearth, and seizing ... us dragged forth by the said Jack ... hurled both into the [Branwell Brontë]. back-kitchen. "What were you doing behind the curtain?" he asked. "I'll teach you to rummage my bookshelves, for they _are_ mine; all the house belongs to me, or soon will do.... Go ... by the door." I did so, ... but ... I saw him lift the book and stand in the act to hurl it.... The volume was flung.... He ran ... at me.... I saw in him a tyrant.... Then Mrs. Reed [Aunt Branwell] subjoined: "Take her to the red-room."... ... How little did I dream that ... All John Reed's [Branwell Hindley [Branwell Brontë] would Brontë's] violent tyrannies ... ever make me cry so.... My head turned in my disturbed mind.... aches, till I cannot keep it on My head still ached ... no one the pillow; and still I can't reproved John [Branwell].... How give over. all my brain was in tumult.... I could not answer the question _why_ I thus suffered; now at the distance of--I will not say how many years--I see it clearly.