It was brought to reality by a wizened face that poked through the door.

Forty Brown looked at him, amusement on his wizened face.

In the wizened face his eyes were shrewd as he answered the question.

He looked a long time at the wizened face before him.

As the wizened face sank back into the pillows, the door opened.

A small man with a wizened face and a shaved scalp stood up.

The wizened face with the very shrewd eyes had not moved a muscle.

So she kissed the wizened yellow face and walked away.

The wizened face turned to look up and smiled graciously.

And beneath the peak of the hat was his wizened old face.