Giles has promised me none,” said Dennet, with a pouting lip, “nor Ambrose.
She had become the spoiled darling, pouting at him in half-pretended vexation.
"I 'm sure I wish for nothing better; but nobody minds me," said she, pouting.
"I suppose you boys will want to go off hunting," said May, pouting a little.
She challenged his flattery in her pouting self-depreciation.