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 1        V|       come.~ ~And it was not mere angry boasting. This young man,
 2        X|          Escorval, and obeying an angry impulse, he paused.~ ~
 3      XVI|        his head; he was evidently angry, but he feared his father.~ ~“
 4     XXIV|   offensive that Maurice felt the angry blood mount to his forehead.
 5    XXVII|      arm-chair with every sign of angry impatience.~ ~“The plea
 6     XXIX|        Always.”~ ~She expected an angry outburst, but he remained
 7     XXIX|         have preferred to see him angry and revengeful.~ ~Just then
 8     XXIX|           cruel reproaches, or an angry explanation. Not a word.
 9      XXX|         sorely tempted to make an angry response. But he was not
10    XXXII|          Martial; all frightfully angry.~ ~M. de Sairmeuse especially
11    XXXIX| everywhere!” she ordered, with an angry stamp of her foot as if
12    XXXIX|        knew with whom he was most angry, Martial or the Marquis
13    XXXIX|           that he was anxious and angry on her account. But she
14    XXXIX|        must be found——”~ ~With an angry gesture, Blanche interrupted
15      XLI|       resignation made him really angry.~ ~“You forget what brings
16     LIII|      despairing eye, and saw only angry and threatening clouds.~ ~
17       LV|          For an instant Lecoq was angry. He turned abruptly and