And oh! how changed it was.

Not merely that it looked pale and worn, with bloodshot eyes and hectic cheeks, but there was a scared despairing look there which fairly shocked me.

Dissipation, and shame, and want, had all set their mark there.

Alas! how soon may the likeness of God be degraded and defaced! He continued to walk to and fro as Jim sat down and began to read, but I could see he more than once darted a quick glance from under his clouded eyebrows at my master.

I could tell by the beating of the latter's heart that he had made up his mind not to leave this morning without an effort to speak to Tom of old times, and I trembled for the result of his venture.
It seemed impossible to say a word while Tom continued to walk up and down his cell like a caged beast in his den, and Jim saw that every moment his opportunity was becoming less likely.
"Will you stand still and listen to me a moment ?" he said at last.
Tom growled out an oath, and halted in front of him.
"Be quick," said he.
"I'm not going to preach," said Jim, "I want you to look at something." "I want to look at nothing," muttered Tom, beginning to walk again.
"But you must, you shall look at it!" exclaimed Jim, starting at once to his feet.
Tom stopped short, suddenly, and turned upon him like a hunted animal.
But Jim neither faltered nor quailed.