Motionless, his face buried in his hands; of what was he thinking?

By this time Robert's head was bent again, and his face buried in his hands.

He held her tightly, his face buried in her neck.

She laughed a little, her face still buried in his shirt.

And then he was holding her, his face buried in her hair.

They lay still, with Brand over her, his face buried in her hair.

With the figure of a boy upon it, his face buried in his arms.

He held her, his face buried in her hair and thought, There's not enough time.

She took his arm, laughed, and buried her face against his shoulder.

Suddenly, she was hugging me, her face buried in my chest.