71.   His face was scarlet and twisted with hate and he began to attack me like a wild animal.

72.   His face was shiny with sweat.

73.   His face was smooth as a bowling ball, the skin tight and bright, masking hard inner muscle.

74.   His face was solemn with concentration.

75.   His face was totally devoid of expression, but I could sense his anger.

76.   His face was wet with perspiration, and there was fear on that face.

77.   His face was wet with sweat.

78.   His lean bony sun-tanned face was relaxed, concealing his high degree of alertness.

79.   His smooth face was slashed open by his predatory mouth, as if an invisible hatchet were biting into fruit.

80.   His thin face was yellowish-white and his whole body seemed somehow diminished.