touching arguments of the soul she raises her soft blue eyes, and heaven fills them with tears, which she lifts her tiny hands to wipe away. Nicholas tremblinglyhe cannot understand the strange movementfollows them through the vault he looks up submissively, and with instinctive sympathy commences a loud blubbering. Youre going to be sold, little uns. But, dont roar about it theres no use in that, says the gaoler, inclining to sympathy. Nicholas doesnt comprehend it he looks up to annette, plaintively,