Chapter

 1        I|            the tower.~ ~His generous anger won the close attention
 2        I|            countenance, the storm of anger he had aroused. In his secret
 3      III|        insulting remark, kindled the anger of the man concealed beneath
 4       IV|             brilliantly, and sorrow, anger, horror at the humiliation,
 5      VII|          detected an undercurrent of anger and menace in their shouts.~ ~
 6       IX|           enlighten him. Crazed with anger and despair, and with no
 7       IX|           there was more sorrow than anger in the glance she cast upon
 8        X|             charity. But a moment of anger, even a caprice, may deprive
 9        X|              word excited the duke’s anger.~ ~“An indemnity!” he exclaimed. “
10       XI|           self-control to master his anger. All these reflections had
11       XI|           again.~ ~This explosion of anger from Maurice Marie-Anne
12      XII|               Lacheneur; and yet the anger of the latter had seemed
13      XII|             other way to provoke his anger. But even then, what could
14     XIII|            she experienced a certain anger on finding him so well informed
15       XV|              and Lacheneur’s feigned anger were mingled in inextricable
16      XVI|              sorrow and anxiety than anger in his manner, as he said:~ ~“
17      XVI|            you? I understand why. My anger at first made me give utterance
18      XVI|                Neither agitation nor anger could be detected in his
19      XVI|    self-possession, and exciting the anger of this unfortunate man
20     XVII|              the jealousy, or rather anger, which had previously agitated
21     XVII|        secret of her former friend’s anger and hatred.~ ~But fate willed
22     XVII|          their perfume rekindled her anger.~ ~“At least,” she interrupted, “
23    XVIII|               forgetting his feigned anger; “I have no projects.”~ ~“
24    XVIII|          ruin us by some outburst of anger. You love Marie-Anne. Could
25      XIX|            made his heart swell with anger.~ ~“What part am I playing
26      XIX|           awaited him there, all his anger vanished, all his suspicions
27       XX|             was so formidable in his anger that the old poacher sprang
28     XXII|           But, blinded by hatred and anger, he would not acknowledge
29     XXII|              lip, and increasing the anger in every breast.~ ~Some
30    XXVII|              his face all aglow with anger.~ ~“Remain seated,” ordered
31     XXIX|         challenge me. I deserved his anger. He knew the baseness of
32     XXIX|           eyes, his face purple with anger.~ ~“Zounds! girl! I advise
33     XXXI|           horror.~ ~Transported with anger, he pushed Balstain violently
34  XXXVIII|              What reproaches, tears, anger and threats he would be
35    XXXIX|           speechless with suppressed anger, the young marquise made
36    XXXIX|             he dared not avow it.~ ~“Anger leads you astray, Marquise,”
37     XLII|     superhuman effort.~ ~The wildest anger convulsed her soul at the
38    XLIII|       listened to it, trembling with anger, her hands so convulsively
39     XLIV| involuntarily, but he controlled his anger.~ ~Advancing toward his
40     XLIV|              not the wild ravings of anger. His quiet manner, his icy
41      XLV|            feigning the most violent anger. “Oh! you will see. I will
42    XLVII|             and menacing; a flame of anger drying the tears in his
43    XLVII|        listened to the promptings of anger, Jean Lacheneur would certainly
44        L|             her foot in ungovernable anger. “And shall I regret what