In those days men with the same face shot one another.
They look upon the world with an almost human face.
Give me something so I get back home with a happy face.
He was a young man, with an open face and blue eyes.
He was an old man with a red face and white hair.
He just looks out from a photograph with big eyes and a serious face.
She had done her best with the face but it hadn't been enough.
She was rather pretty, with a strong and interesting face.
He was just a fat little guy with a happy face.
One day he came to my brother, with a very long face.
