The haggard expression, natural to his thin face, had become more marked.
Sim had not seen the girls, and in the prevailing wind his quick ear had not caught the sound of their footsteps until they were nearly abreast of him.

When he became fully conscious of their presence, Rotha was standing by his side, with her hand on his arm.

Liza was a pace or two behind.
"Father," said Rotha, "are you strong enough to make a long journey ?" Sim had turned his face full on his daughter's with an expression of mingled shame, contrition, and pride.

It was as though his heart yearned for that love which he thought he had forfeited the right to claim.
In a few words Rotha explained the turn of events.

Sim's agitation overpowered him.