The Mole's face lost all expression, then pulled away from the table's edge and dropped back into shadow.

I watched his anxious face pull away from me, into the hot June evening.

She looked back at him, her face pulled into sharp lines of disapproval as if he had done something wrong.

He just followed, pallid face pulled into a concerned frown.

"A day like today you don't come across very often," Armstrong continued, his face in shadow from the team cap pulled low over forehead.

I looked at him and felt my face pull into a nasty grin, "Or the rest of it."

He was smiling, his deformed face pulled to the right, when the guns opened up.

A face he could not pull into the forefront of his memory, but someone he knew.

Her beautiful face pulled itsel "Why do you want to know?"

His face pulls together in a knot of contempt and disgust.