Her face was as the page of a book suddenly opened.

I read it without losing the meaning of a word.

There was a painful sequel to this.
The husband of Mrs.Dexter, as if he had started from the ground, confronted me on the instant.

Which way he came--whether he had followed me, or advanced by an opposite direction, I know not.

But there he stood, and his flashing eyes read both of our unveiled faces.