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The individual whom I supposed to be a radical, after a short pause, again uplifted his voice: he was rather a strong-built fellow of about thirty, with an ill-favoured countenance, a white hat on his head, a snuff-coloured coat on his back, and, when he was not speaking, a pipe in his mouth. "Who would live in such a country as England? " he shouted.
"There is no country like America," said his nearest neighbour, a man also in a white hat, and of a very ill-favoured countenance, "there is no country like America," said he, withdrawing a pipe from his mouth; "I think I shall" -- and here he took a draught from a jug, the contents of which he appeared to have in common with the other -- "go to America one of these days myself."