She then got one of the suction-cup handles Paul had given her and placed it over the center of one face of the cube-the face that consisted of two substrate panels sandwiched together.

What she had seen was the face of a fighter-no longer the face of a mere survivor, but afighter Every fighter sustained some punishment, both physical and emotional.

She saw the graying heads, the muscular shoulders, she saw the smiling faces of her staff at their desks and the face of Eddie Willers at the end of the room.

What she had seen was the face of a fighter-no longer the face of a mere survivor, but a fighter.

Would not the face of the cherub and the face of a man be the same?

Not the face of a tough guy and not the face of a man who could be pushed around much by anybody.

There was something about the hangdog face of a suspect and the determined face of a prosecutor that drove the un-derdog-loving public to the suspect.

Under a thick cap of wheat-yellow hair was the face of a boy who had only recently come to manhood, but also the face of one who had had no pleasure in that de- velopment.

As he contemplated, he was struck by the similarity between the face of the idol in the temple and the face of the little girl of his dreams.

For a moment the face of the Living God and the face carved upon the lifeless clay almost touched.