Fill in: trickle, hurl or grasp in the correct form.

Fill in: trickle, hurl or grasp in the correct form.
1 He .........the ball high into the air.
2 The baby was nervous and ....... his mothers хэнд for security.
3 The water just .............. out of the tap.

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 thought about the disgusting and ugly appearance of him who would shortly deal it. I wonder if he read that idea in my face; for, all at once, without speaking, he struck suddenly and strongly. I tottered, and on regaining my balance moved back a step or two from his chair.
quot;That is for your impudence in answering mama a while ago,quot; said he, quot;and for your sneaking way of getting behind curtains, and for the look you had in your eyes two minutes ago, you rat!quot;
Accustomed to John Reeds abuse, I never thought of replying to it. My worry was how to endure the blow which would certainly follow the insult.
quot;What were you doing behind the curtain?quot; he asked.
quot;I was reading.quot;
quot;Show the book.quot;
I returned to the window and fetched it.
quot;You have no right to take our books. You are a dependant, mama says. You have no money. Your father left you none. You ought to beg, and not to live here with gentlemens children like us, and eat the same meals we do, and wear clothes at our mamas expense. Now, Ill teach you to rummage through my bookshelves: for they ARE mine; all the house belongs to me, or will do in a few years. Go and stand by the door, out of the way of the mirror and the windows.quot;
I did so, not at first aware of his intentions, but when I saw him lift the book and get ready to hurl it, I instinctively moved 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. The cut bled, the pain was sharp. My terror had passed its climax, other feelings took over.
quot;Wicked and cruel boy!quot; I said. quot;You are like a murderer - you are like a slave-driver3 - you are like the Roman emperors!quot;
I had read Goldsmiths History of Rome, and had formed my opinion of Nero, Caligula etc. Also I had drawn parallels in silence, which until now I had never thought to declare aloud.
quot;What! what!quot;, he cried. quot;Did she say that to me? Did you hear her, Eliza and Georgiana? Ill tell mama! but first...quot;
He ran headlong at me: I felt him grasp my hair and my shoulder. 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 aware of deep suffering: these sensations for the time predominated over fear. I dont very well know what I did with my hands, but he called me quot;Rat! Rat!quot;, and bellowed out aloud. Help was near him: Eliza and Georgiana had run for Mrs Reed, who was upstairs: she now came upon the scene, followed by Bessie and her maid Abbot. We were parted: I heard the words: quot;Dear! Dear! How disgraceful to fly at Master John!quot; quot;Did ever anybody see such a picture of passion?quot; Then Mrs Reed said:

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