There was not a line of the face which Philip could not see now--its high cheek-bones, its wide cheeks, the low forehead, the flat nose, the thick lips.

Only the eyes kept it from being a terrible face.

Straight down through the generations Bram must have inherited those eyes from some woman of the past.

They were strange things in that wild and hunted creature's face--gray eyes, large, beautiful.

With the face taken away they would have been wonderful.
For a full minute not a sound passed between the two men.