I did so, not at first aware what was his intention; but when I saw him lift and poise the book and stand in act to hurl it, I instinctively started aside with a cry of alarm: not soon enough, however; the volume was flung, it hit me, and I fell, striking my head against the door and cutting it.
Reparé en ellos cuando le vi asir el libro para tirármelo, y quise separarme, pero ya era tarde. El libro me dio en la cabeza, la cabeza tropezó contra la puerta, el golpe me produjo una herida y la herida comenzó a sangrar.