Part, Chapter

 1  I, 1 |     was silent, burying her anger in a dumb stoicism that
 2  I, 7 |   in a voice trembling with anger.~In Madame Dubuc’s time
 3 II, 9 | back.”~He made a gesture of anger and annoyance. She repeated:~“
 4 II, 11|     me!” she said, red with anger.~“What is the matter?” he
 5 II, 12|   when I am torn by all the anger of love. I ask myself, Where
 6 II, 15|    a row gesticulating, and anger, vengeance, jealousy, terror,
 7 III, 1|     at once exclamations of anger burst forth behind him.
 8 III, 2|     turns and delicacy; but anger had got the better of rhetoric.~
 9 III, 6|  Leon, bewildered by Emma’s anger, Monsieur Homais’ chatter,
10 III, 6|   had just gone in a fit of anger. She detested him now. This