His face bore marks of the strain as he watched her greet Blackton.

In an instant, it seemed to him, she had regained a part of her composure.

Blackton saw nothing but the haggard lines about her eyes and the deep pallor in her face, which he ascribed to fatigue.
"You're tired, Miss Gray," he said.

"It's a killing ride up from Miette these days.

If we can get through this mob we'll have supper within fifteen minutes!" With a word to Aldous he began worming his long, lean body ahead of them.
An instant Joanne's face was very close to Aldous', so close that he felt her breath, and a tendril of her hair touched his lips.