On the very train that bore them away they quarrelled—her bitter words had the frequency, the regularity, the inevitability of the stations they passed.
She knew by now his extreme sensitiveness, for which his acid irony was a protection, and how quickly he could close his heart if his feelings were hurt.
CNN would often go to split-screen, and you would see the other candidate in one half, Trump reacting kind of with a sour mouth or rolling his eyes on the other screen.
Mallinson, who had been somberly enduring these pleasantries, now interposed with something of the shrill acerbity of the barrack square. " Our stay won't be long, " he announced curtly.