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 1 II  |       on his lips. “It is the wrath of the Gods! Hamilcar’s
 2 IV  |      Give free course to your wrath like a runaway chariot,”
 3 V   |     you are dying through her wrath. You will be revenged upon
 4 V   |   consternation, then immense wrath.~From the bottom of the
 5 VII |      as if seized with sudden wrath, cried out:~“They are good
 6 VII |       voices heard. But their wrath against the Suffet was not
 7 VII |      fine bulls!—”~Hamilcar’s wrath was choking him. It burst
 8 VII |        Abdalonim, to give his wrath another direction, tried
 9 VII | Salammbo, or anybody, and his wrath required some victim, he
10 VII |    and in the gleaming of his wrath he could once more see all
11 VIII|     forth, a roar of pain and wrath: it came from the seventy-two
12 XII |       pointed to food for his wrath. He bounded upon one of
13 XIII|     obstacle strengthened his wrath, which led him into terrible
14 XIII|      only when exercising his wrath.~A smell of aromatics spread
15 XV  |       same looks and the same wrath; but then he had walked