The dress was that of a common sailor from Newcastle, and was black with coal dust: but there was no mistaking the savage eye and mouth of Jeffreys.

The alarm was given.
In a moment the house was surrounded by hundreds of people shaking bludgeons and bellowing curses.

The fugitive's life was saved by a company of the trainbands; and he was carried before the Lord Mayor.

The Mayor was a simple man who had passed his whole life in obscurity, and was bewildered by finding himself an important actor in a mighty revolution.

The events of the last twenty-four hours, and the perilous state of the city which was under his charge, had disordered his mind and his body.