A brown, oval face with very serious eyes looked up at him.

The forest green eyes were wide in her oval face.

Above, he saw a familiar oval face appear at a window.

The woman had long, dark hair and a smooth, oval face.

He leaned away, and his long, oval face became serious again.

She turned to look at him, her oval face pale and serious.

She did have that dark skin, though, the oval face with its regular features.

An oval face, with features that are almost too delicate.

She had a perfectly oval face in which gray eyes were set wide.

Her oval face was set in a look of watchful waiting.

She was a very pretty girl, with long blond hair, an oval face and full lips.

He has a gentle oval face with wide, sad looking eyes.

His attention wandered over the hint of color in her small oval face.

Her oval face was worn and she clearly had not slept in some time.

She had been young, with straight blond hair to her shoulders and a pretty, oval face.

She had an oval face, dark brown eyes, black hair curling down around her shoulders.

Her oval face became an image of cool calm around those icy blue eyes.

She had an oval face, deep blue eyes, and an angelic smile.

Her oval face was strong boned, with a firm mouth and level eyes.

They are, he agreed, probably better on narrow, somewhat oval faces like his.

His black eyes fixed with fierce intensity on the oval face.

Her narrow oval face was so like his and yet so not.

Her oval face with its large dark eyes and high forehead was set on a long, graceful neck.

A pale, oval face came forward into the light.

She was as beautiful as ever, with her oval face and clear, gray eyes.