Chapter

 1        I|          the army.~ ~With tears of rage in his eyes, he was recounting
 2       II|         them to recover from their rage as best they could, and
 3       II|            shook it with a sort of rage; and, being unable to break
 4       II|         resumed, in a transport of rage; “never! never! I cannot!
 5        V|            to repress the tears of rage and of sorrow which swelled
 6       VI|          which resembled a roar of rage.~ ~“They are not fighting,”
 7      VII|       vociferous on account of the rage and fear that filled their
 8     VIII|        could not restrain a cry of rage.~ ~These men, these strangers,
 9        X|            exclaimed, foaming with rage. “A mere plaything in the
10     XIII|         was almost suffocated with rage.~ ~“What!” she thought; “
11     XVII|           This sight drew a cry of rage from Mlle. de Courtornieu
12     XVII|        succeeded in concealing her rage beneath a loud burst of
13     XVII|        moment, so terrible was the rage revealed by his accent,
14     XXII|         half crazed with grief and rage.~ ~What Aunt Medea was forced
15     XXII|          it all, and trembled with rage at the thought that she
16     XXII|     Lacheneur could have wept with rage. He called Maurice and Chanlouineau.~ ~“
17    XXIII|      despair, sorrow, and impotent rage, he saw no refuge save in
18   XXVIII|           Jean ground his teeth in rage. ‘This means that we have
19     XXIX|          Trembling with suppressed rage, he made the circuit of
20     XXXI|            thought, quivering with rage, “that he sets everybody
21   XXXIII|         more and more frantic with rage.~ ~“Was the act I committed
22  XXXVIII|            that in his outburst of rage, he resolved upon such a
23    XXXIX|       clasp, a heart swelling with rage and hatred, and a face whiter
24     XLII|            continued, frantic with rage. “It is the first step toward
25    XLIII|         had desired to augment the rage of Mme. Blanche, he had
26      XLV|      repress a cry of surprise and rage.~ ~She found herself in
27      XLV|          not work!” she said, in a rage.~ ~Alas! no. She knew better
28      LII| evening-dress, her face white with rage and shame beneath her tiara
29      LIV|           to himself, in a sort of rage:~ ~“To love, and to be loved—
30      LIV|                With a sort of cold rage, Martial continued his examination