The child sat up off the floor with a blank face.
I just gave blank face, waiting for him to get tired of it.
I stared at him, trying to see behind that blank face.
She said nothing, her face carefully blank, just watching them.
And the others all looked at me with blank faces.
I quite liked the effect, as it gave a more serious air to her pretty, but usually blank face.
He turned from the blank faces to look at me: why do they not know?
But behind my blank face I am doing a bit of thinking myself.
He looked at her, his face now blank of all expression.
For in the end, is a long, high wall covered with something you do not like any better than the original blank face?
