He pointed at my coat and then at a number.

She pointed at her coat, draped over the luggage stand by the door.

I dropped down suddenly before him and caught at his coat.

He grabbed at its coat and used it to pull himself upright.

A moment later there was another tug at his coat.

I went inside with little hands clutching at my coat.

When she pushed at his coat, he shrugged out of it.

He pulled at his Mum's coat and she stopped talking for a minute.

Edward turned away, but in a moment felt a hand tugging at his coat.

She ripped at my coat and pulled me towards the bed.