John Fortescue Brickdale, Once a Week (1863)
“ And then he laughed in such a violent and vulgar way that he shook down six large trees. “No, no,” said the prince; “I see it would be no use; you had better take me at once and have done with it; I give up; you can swallow anything if you could swallow what I brought you just now. Besides, where should I find an old woman who would consent to take my place?” “As for that,” said the ogre, with an odious wink, “I should have thought a stout young man like you could have managed to persuade an old woman to come this way without much trouble. ”
