She insisted on expounding her views on whatever we discussed.

We were compelled to cut short our luncheon and flee to Martell's for our dessert.

We escaped at the moment the waitress was serving her luncheon, so she couldn't very well rise and pursue us.

If I had been alone, I might have stayed, but Jessie was disgusted, and I was Jessie's guest." Grace had listened to Mabel's recital with troubled eyes.

"I never before knew a girl quite like Miss Atkins," she said slowly.