Wood," returned Jackson, with the utmost composure; "you're a headborough, and a loyal subject of King George. Good night. He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of convalescence. With this view he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hung the sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter. He was looking pale and ill. He wore a French military undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of distinction. But I'll never part with your irons. The man lingered. Pitt endeavoured to dissuade him from attending in person, representing the great risk he would incur from the mob, which was certain to be assembled.
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