She tried to read their thoughts from their expressions, and her habit of observation had on more than one occasion proved of value to her.
"All right," called Arline, holding up the tickets.

"Come on." Grace turned her eyes toward Arline, then some unaccountable influence caused her to turn her head and glance again in the direction of the street.

A roughly-dressed man had stopped on the sidewalk directly in front of the theatre to stare at one of the gayly colored lithographs.
Grace stopped short, seized with a peculiar feeling of apprehension.

Why was the face of this man so familiar to her?
Surely she had seen it somewhere under decidedly unpleasant circumstances.

Was it at Overton she had seen him?
No, it was further back than that.
During the first part of Hugo's famous novel, which had been filmed to perfection, Grace was obsessed with the question: "Where have I seen him ?" The stranger's face haunted her.