91.   Tilting her face with one long finger, Luke forced her to meet his eyes.

92.   Miss Morton covered her face with her hands.

93.   A fascinating face with clearly drawn features that were indelibly printed on her memory.

94.   She floated down to earth slowly, to find him studying her dazed face with an unmistakable gleam of triumph in his eyes.

95.   He turned and leaned his hips on the terrace railing, gazing into her face with disconcerting intensity.

96.   She scrubbed her swollen face with a three-ply tissue, and blew her nose.

97.   After drying her hair Ruth tied it back from her face with a white velvet ribbon and planned her next move.

98.   Ruth shook her wet hands into the sink and swivelled into his arms, gazing up into his face with so many questions milling in her head.

99.   With a gasp of despair Ruth slammed down the half-empty glass of champagne and covered her face with her hands.

100.   Almost immediately she pulled herself together and swept her long hair from her face with both hands.