"My heart, Ma'amselle," he said gallantly, as he pressed the fragile thing in her palm; and in another second he had stooped and kissed her, as he had kissed many another woman, lightly, delicately, in the face of the populace, Joying to the depths of his careless nature in the dare of the thing.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
Waldron smiled, evilly, Joying in this abject fear of his hated partner.
"The Air Trust"
George Allan England
Lord of high voices of the night, Child born to him who dwells in light, Appear with those who, Joying in their madness, Honour the sole dispenser of their gladness, Thyiads of the Aegean main Night-long trooping in thy train.
"The Seven Plays in English Verse"
Sophocles