There was a wayward gleam in them, as if they enjoyed the fracas.

But in Billy's eyes was no enjoyment.

It was as if he had certain work to do and had doggedly settled down to do it.
Scarcely more expression did she note in the face, though there was nothing in common between it and the one she had seen all day.

The boyishness had vanished.

This face was mature in a terrifying, ageless way.