Perhaps the lips were cruel, but they were not coarse.

They were keenly sensitive.
She did not answer him immediately, and during the pause his eyes never flinched from hers.

They were alive, glowing with insistence.
"Yes," she said at length.

"Quite honestly, I do prefer good men." "That wasn't exactly what I asked," said Nap, thrusting out his chin.
"I think you are capable of drawing your own conclusions," she answered gently.
His look fell away from her.

He began to munch scone with a contemplative air.
Anne gave him some tea, and he set it on the hearthrug between his feet.