Oliver Twist(excerpt)
“Wolves tear your throats！”muttered Sikes，grinding his teeth.“I wish I was among some of you; you'd howl the hoarser for it.”
As Sikes growled forth this imprecation，with the most desperate ferocity that his desperate nature was capable of，he rested the body of the wounded boy across his bended knee；and turned his head，for an instant，to look back at his pursuers.
There was little to be made out，in the mist and darkness；but the loud shouting of men vibrated through the air，and the barking of the neighbouring dogs，roused by the sound of the alarm bell，resounded in every direction.
“Stop，you whitelivered hound！”cried the robber，shouting after Toby Crackit, who，making the best use of his long legs，was already ahead.“Stop！”
The repetition of the word, brought Toby to a dead standstill.For he was not quite satisfied that he was beyond the range of pistolshot；and Sikes was in no mood to be played with.
“Bear a hand with the boy，” cried Sikes，beckoning furiously to his confederate.“Come back！”
