A dark veil was across her face.

As she pushed it back he saw her eyes protected by heavy black lenses.
Sim Gage hesitated.

The conductor spoke to him so loudly that he jumped.
"Say, are you Mr.Gage ?" "That's me," said Sim.

"I'm Mr.Gage." He could not recall that ever in his life he had been so accosted before; he had never thought of himself as being Mr.Gage, only Sim Gage.
One redeeming quality he had--a pleasant speaking voice.

A sudden turn of the head of the young woman seemed to recognize this.