The face of a man, and she had known only his boy face.

Not quite the same face, but she knew it.

The face, though clearly acquainted with laughter, had known pain too.

It was a face which knew more about pain than any child's face should know.

The face that turned to stare into his had recently known a razor.

Oh, not your name or your face, but I knew you'd be along.

One face he knew, but he could put no name to it.

It was that face which no man can say he does not know.

The heat left his face and Bay knew he must have gone pale now.

Whoever cut those faces and hands knew what he was doing.