Oliver Twist

with a menacing gesture that he had that same pistol in a
side-pocket of his great-coat, clasped it firmly in his, and,
exchanging a farewell with Nancy, led him away.
Oliver turned, for an instant, when they reached the
door, in the hope of meeting a look from the girl. But she
had resumed her old seat in front of the fire, and sat, per-
fectly motionless before it.