Sim's watery eyes were never for an instant still.

Full of a sickening apprehension, they cast furtive glances into every face.

The poor creature seemed determined to gather up into his wretched breast the scorn that was blasting it.

The turf on the hearth gave out a great heat, but the tailor shivered as with cold.

Then Ralph reached the coat and cap, and, after satisfying himself that they were dry, he handed them back to Sim, who put them on.