Chapter

 1     I|   wanted to make him fly into a rage for their especial amusement,
 2     I|        reason not to fly into a rage at all. So he hung his fokos
 3     I|       the old fellow's impotent rage.~ ~"Come, come, don't be
 4    II| Monsieur Griffard, frantic with rage, hastened off to a cutler'
 5   III|     Martin, beside himself with rage, lashed at the ravished
 6   III|      voice, which quivered with rage. "We want to prove which
 7   III|        swamp, and, whether from rage or for amusement, had trampled
 8   III|      its head, and frantic with rage, rushed upon the horseman,
 9   III|      than, in a fresh access of rage, he rushed straight at him.
10    IV|         was beside himself with rage. He rushed wildly home.
11    IV|         the pitilessness of his rage he commanded that her accursed
12    IV|    Meyer gnashed his teeth with rage and horror.~ ~"Let me tell
13    IV|         he simply gratified his rage, like a wild beast that
14    VI|       face turned dark red with rage, and he did not go to his
15    IX|         more. He was livid with rage. He had lost his wager (
16    IX|   turned pale and shivered with rage. What Fennimore said was
17    XI|   besides. When he flies into a rage he does not pick his words,
18    XV|    exclaimed Abellino, mad with rage. "What can be the reason