Faces (29-30)

(29) The curly wave of her lips that encircled her smile and her gay glance dancing on the motion of her words, softly spoken, gave her face a certain roundedness that softened me. (30) She pressed her hand to her forehead straight above her brow ridge, though she sat in a shadowed corner. Her eyes flickered from the sting of inner light, the surface of her eyeballs lay elevated above her broad cheeks, her swollen lips were tightly pressed together, radiating her inner agony.