A yawn of such length and breadth and height and profundity took possession of him that the space it had so well occupied still retained the tender memory.

In plainer words, he had ricked his jaw, not from general want of usage, but from the momentary excess.
"Sarves me right," he muttered, "for carrying on so, without nothing inside of 'un.

Must go to doctor, quick step, and no mistake." In this strait he set off for John Prater's (for it was a matter of luck to get ale at the Hall, and in such emergency he must not trust to fortune), and passing hastily through the door, left it unlocked behind him.

Going down the hill he remembered this, and had a great mind to go back again, but the unanimous demand of his system for beer impelled him downwards.

He never could get up that hill again without hydraulic pressure.
All might have gone well, and all would have gone well, except for the grievous mistake of Nature in furnishing women with eyes whose keenness is only exceeded by that of their tongues.