1 'Come near the fire, Noah,' said Charlotte.
2 Dodger, take off the sausages; and draw a tub near the fire for Oliver.
3 'It is cold, Nancy dear,' said the Jew, as he warmed his skinny hands over the fire.
4 There was no fire in the room; but a man was crouching, mechanically, over the empty stove.
5 But his spirit was roused at last; the cruel insult to his dead mother had set his blood on fire.
6 She flung it into the fire, with a force that brought some of the glowing coals whirling out into the room.
7 Mr. Sowerberry and Bumble, being personal friends of the clerk, sat by the fire with him, and read the paper.
8 The worm does not work more surely on the dead body, than does this slow creeping fire upon the living frame.
9 The surgeon had been sitting with his face turned towards the fire: giving the palms of his hands a warm and a rub alternately.
10 There was a deal table before the fire: upon which were a candle, stuck in a ginger-beer bottle, two or three pewter pots, a loaf and butter, and a plate.
11 The medical gentleman walked away to dinner; and the nurse, having once more applied herself to the green bottle, sat down on a low chair before the fire, and proceeded to dress the infant.
12 Putting a glass of hot gin-and-water on the chimney-piece, he drew his chair to the fire; and, with sundry moral reflections on the too-prevalent sin of discontent and complaining, composed himself to read the paper.
13 After some words apart between the last comer and Fagin, they drew their chairs towards the fire; and the Jew, telling Oliver to come and sit by him, led the conversation to the topics most calculated to interest his hearers.
14 The noise of footsteps on the creaking stairs, a few minutes after the occurrence of this conversation, roused the merry old gentleman as he sat over the fire with a saveloy and a small loaf in his hand; a pocket-knife in his right; and a pewter pot on the trivet.
15 He stood, for a moment, with the blood so tingling through all his veins from terror, that he felt as if he were in a burning fire; then, confused and frightened, he took to his heels; and, not knowing what he did, made off as fast as he could lay his feet to the ground.
16 In a frying-pan, which was on the fire, and which was secured to the mantelshelf by a string, some sausages were cooking; and standing over them, with a toasting-fork in his hand, was a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair.
17 Putting the latter on her head and the former on the table, the old woman, after telling Oliver that she had come to sit up with him, drew her chair close to the fire and went off into a series of short naps, chequered at frequent intervals with sundry tumblings forward, and divers moans and chokings.
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