Insolence and disdain were quite new to her, and they hurt intolerably.

Joan, however, was learning her lessons fairly quickly.

She had to get this meeting over as swiftly and quietly as she could, and high words would not help.
"It's true," she admitted meekly.

"I know very little." Joan looked very lovely as she stood nervously drumming with her gloved fingers on a little table which stood between them, all her assurance gone.
Mario Escobar lived always on the whirling edge of passion.

The least extra leap of the water caught him and drew him in.