1 I can't even remember her face.
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2 How like a mirror, too, her face.
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3 He slapped her face with amazing objectivity and repeated the question.
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4 He looked down into her face and took hold of her chin and held her firmly.
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5 He was looking not only at her, but for himself and what he must do, in her face.
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6 He could hear her breathing rapidly and her face was paled out and her eyes were fastened wide.
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7 She ran past with her body stiff, her face floured with powder, her mouth gone, without lipstick.
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8 The others in the middle of the desert watched her crying grow very loud as her face squeezed itself out of shape.
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9 Her fingers were tracing the book's outline and as the shape became familiar her face looked surprised and then stunned.
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10 The rain was thinning away and the girl was walking in the center of the sidewalk with her head up and the few drops falling on her face.
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11 There was only the girl walking with him now, her face bright as snow in the moonlight, and he knew she was working his questions around, seeking the best answers she could possibly give.
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12 He almost thought he heard the motion of her hands as she walked, and the infinitely small sound now, the white stir of her face turning when she discovered she was a moment away from a man who stood in the middle of the pavement waiting.
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13 One day it was raining, the next it was clear, the day after that the wind blew strong, and the day after that it was mild and calm, and the day after that calm day was a day like the furnace of summer and Clarisse with her face all sunburnt by late afternoon.
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14 It would be hard to see her, but her face would be like the face of the girl so long ago in his past now, so very long ago, the girl who had known the weather and never been burned by the fireflies, the girl who had known what dandelions meant rubbed off on your chin.
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