During the whole course of this irruption, he ceased nor to cry,
with great vociferation, "Drive, coachman, drive, in the name of
God!" and the carriage had proceeded the length of a whole street
before he manifested the least sign of reflection, but stared like
the Gorgon's head, with his mouth wide open, and each particular
hair crawling and twining like an animated serpent. At length,
however, he began to recover the use of his senses, and asked if
Peregrine thought him now out of all danger of being retaken. This
unrelenting wag, not yet satisfied with the affliction he imposed
upon the sufferer, answered, with an air of doubt and concern,
that he hoped they would not be overtaken, and prayed to God they
might not be retarded by a stop of carriages. Pallet fervently joined
in this supplication; and they advanced a few yards farther, when
the noise of a coach at full speed behind them invaded their ears;
and Pickle, having looked out of the window, withdrew his head in
seeming confusion, and exclaimed, "Lord have mercy upon us! I wish
that may not be a guard sent after us.
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