’Thenthoumayestevenstopa-bed，’theoldwomanmutteredsulkily。’AwouldneverhavelabouredhalfanhourtoawakeaPapisher。Buthearkenyouonething，youngman；Zummerzettthouart，bythybrogue；oratleastbythyunderstandingofit；noZummerzettmaidwilllookatthee，inspiteofthysizeandstature，unlessthoustrikestablowthisnight。’
’IlacknoZummerzettmaid，mistress：Ihaveafairerthanyourbrownthings；andforheralonewouldI
strikeablow。’
Atthistheoldwomangavemeup，asbeingbeyondcorrection：anditvexedmealittlethatmygreatfamehadnotreachedsofarasBridgwater，whenIthoughtthatitwenttoBristowe。ButthosepeopleinEastSomersetknownothingaboutwrestling。Devonistheheadquartersoftheart；andDevonisthecountyofmychieflove。Howbeit，myvanitywasmoved，bythissluruponit——forIhadtoldhermynamewasJohnRidd，whenIhadagallonofalewithher，ereeverIcameupstairs；andshehadnodded，insuchamanner，thatI
thoughtsheknewbothnameandfame——andherewasI，notonlyshaken，pinched，andwithmanyhairspulledout，inthemidstofmyfirstgoodsleepforaweek，butalsoabused，andtakenamiss，andwhichvexedmemostofallunknown。