1 He would rather jump at Grete's face.
2 All of them had been crying a little; Grete now and then pressed her face against her father's arm.
3 Her face was leant to one side, following the lines of music with a careful and melancholy expression.
4 He turned his head to face the door into the living room so that he could watch the women when they came back.
5 She answered him with subdued voice, and openly pressed her face into his chest: "Mother's fainted, but she's better now."
6 Just by chance one day, rather than any real curiosity, she opened the door to Gregor's room and found herself face to face with him.
7 And she broke out so heavily in tears that they flowed down the face of her mother, and she wiped them away with mechanical hand movements.
8 Across the room, despite the chilly weather, Gregor's mother had pulled open a window, leant far out of it and pressed her hands to her face.
9 The charwoman stood in the doorway with a smile on her face as if she had some tremendous good news to report, but would only do it if she was clearly asked to.
10 On the wall exactly opposite there was photograph of Gregor when he was a lieutenant in the army, his sword in his hand and a carefree smile on his face as he called forth respect for his uniform and bearing.
11 On the way they opened the door to the living room where Grete had been sleeping since the three gentlemen had moved in; she was fully dressed as if she had never been asleep, and the paleness of her face seemed to confirm this.