'You should 'ave thought of thet before. Come on!' and with these words Mrs. Blakeston rushed upon her. She hit her with both fists one after the other. Liza did not try to guard herself, but imitating the woman's motion, hit out with her own fists; and for a minute or two they continued thus, raining blows on one another with the same windmill motion of the arms. But Liza could not stand against the other woman's weight; the blows came down heavy and rapid all over her face and head. She put up her hands to cover her face and turned her head away, while Mrs. Blakeston kept on hitting mercilessly. 'Time!' shouted some of the men--'Time!' and Mrs. Blakeston stopped to rest herself. 'It don't seem 'ardly fair to set them two on tergether. Liza's got no chanst against a big woman like thet,' said a man among the crowd. 'Well, it's er' own fault,' answered a woman; 'she didn't oughter mess about with 'er 'usbind.' 'Well, I don't think it's right,' added another man. 'She's gettin' it too much.' 'An' serve 'er right too!' said one of the women. 'She deserves all she gets an' a damn sight more inter the bargain.' 'Quite right,' put in a third; 'a woman's got no right ter tike someone's 'usbind from 'er. An' if she does she's bloomin' lucky if she gits off with a 'idin'--thet's wot I think.' 'So do I. But I wouldn't 'ave thought it of Liza. I never thought she was a wrong 'un.' 'Pretty specimen she is!' said a little dark woman, who looked like a Jewess. 'If she messed abaht with my old man, I'd stick 'er--I swear I would!' 'Now she's been carryin' on with one, she'll try an' git others--you see if she don't.' 'She'd better not come round my 'ouse; I'll soon give 'er wot for.' Meanwhile Liza was standing at one corner of the ring, trembling all over and crying bitterly. One of her eyes was bunged up, and her hair, all dishevelled, was hanging down over her face. Two young fellows, who had constituted themselves her seconds, were standing in front of her, offering rather ironical comfort. One of them had taken the bottom corners of her apron and was fanning her with it, while the other was showing her how to stand and hold her arms. 'You stand up to 'er, Liza,' he was saying; 'there ain't no good funkin' it, you'll simply get it all the worse. You 'it 'er back. Give 'er one on the boko, like this--see; yer must show a bit of pluck, yer know.' Liza tried to check her sobs. 'Yus, 'it 'er 'ard, that's wot yer've got ter do,' said the other. 'An' if yer find she's gettin' the better on yer, you close on 'er and catch 'old of 'er 'air and scratch 'er.' 'You've marked 'er with yer nails, Liza. By gosh, you did fly on her when she spat at yer! thet's the way ter do the job!' Then turning to his fellow, he said: 'D'yer remember thet fight as old Mother Cregg 'ad with another woman in the street last year?' 'Na,' he answered, 'I never saw thet.' 'It was a cawker; an' the cops come in and took 'em both off ter quod.'