1 It was not the lifting up of her heart to God that brought this balm, for religion went no more than lip deep with her.
2 "Her name Belle Watling," said Uncle Peter, his lower lip beginning to protrude.
3 "Oh," said Melly, her lip quivering at the mention of her brother's name.
4 His eyes gleamed and Mrs. Meade bit her lip in a huff.
5 Dr. Meade bit his lip and his jaw hardened as his face went cool again.
6 Seeing how her lip quivered and her eyes looked up at him helplessly, he took command.
7 She did not cry out but Scarlett saw her bite her lip and go even whiter.
8 His lip curled down and he turned his head away.
9 Melanie bit her lip and tears came to her eyes, and Mammy standing in the hall, a witness to the scene, scowled and breathed hard.
10 Sometimes when her curt orders made Pork stick out his under lip and Mammy mutter: "Some folks rides mighty high dese days," she wondered where her good manners had gone.
11 Melanie dragged herself to the top step again and started down, holding onto the banisters, her pale lower lip caught between her teeth.
12 In it was an old woman with a lip full of snuff and a weather-beaten face under a drab sunbonnet, driving a dawdling old mule.
13 Her wrinkled black face was a study in anger and apprehension and her lip was pushed out farther than Scarlett could ever remember.
14 "You did so, Miss Scarlett," said Peter, pushing out his lip even farther.
15 Rhett bowed and his lip curled down in an amused smile.