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PAUL CLIFFORD.
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"See—see—the fine fellow grows weak on the stumps.
Assist him, ye rascals, to stand!
Why, ye stir not a peg!—Are you all in the dumps?—
Fighting Attie, go, lend him a hand!
(The robbers crowd around Gentleman
George, each, under pretence
of supporting him, pulling him first
one way and then another,)
"Come, lean upon me—at your service I am!
Get away from his elbow, you whelp!—him
You'll only upset!—them 'ere fellows but sham!—
Here's to Gentleman George—God help him!
God help him—God help him!
