The memory of Peg's face cut him like a knife.

But the memory of her perfect face stood before him still.

Instead, he would have to use the memory of her face as that token.

He groped for the memory of the man's face, and found nothing.

He found it hard to focus on the memory of her face.

The memory of her beautiful face drew him with a power he could not resist.

She couldn't look at him; the memory of the statue's carved face was too strong.

The name came, and with it the memory of her face.

Even the memory of that man's face made him want to spill blood.

The memory of his face passed before her and she shivered.