Then, like a fiend let loose from hell,
He toward[1344] me leaped with one fierce yell,
And grasping[1345] quick a heavy chair
Cried, “Curse you!” whirled it high[1346] in air.
I sprang aside[1347] in sudden dread;
The blow fell full upon the head
Of my sweet child, that lifeless dropped
Back in my arms. My heart throbs[1348] stopped;
A red mist swam[1349] before my sight;
I could not scream, try as I might.