1 I let the sun go down on my anger.
2 Her anger never lasted long, and having humbly confessed her fault, she sincerely repented and tried to do better.
3 Her tone and manner angered Amy, who began to put her boots on, saying, in her most aggravating way, "I shall go."
4 Her anger had a good effect, however, for she hid it under a smiling face, and seemed unusually blithe and brilliant.
5 As Jo received her good-night kiss, Mrs. March whispered gently, "My dear, don't let the sun go down upon your anger."
6 I read my little book, felt better, resolved not to let the sun set on my anger, and ran over to tell Laurie I was sorry.
7 Be careful, be very careful, not to wake his anger against yourself, for peace and happiness depend on keeping his respect.
8 She was proud, and her pride was useful just then, for it helped her hide her mortification, anger, and disgust at what she had just heard.
9 She had cherished her anger till it grew strong and took possession of her, as evil thoughts and feelings always do unless cast out at once.
10 Amy got no farther, for Jo's hot temper mastered her, and she shook Amy till her teeth chattered in her head, crying in a passion of grief and anger.
11 Meg's mild eyes kindled with anger as she pulled a crumpled note from her pocket and threw it at Jo, saying reproachfully, "You wrote it, and that bad boy helped you."
12 Jo wanted to lay her head down on that motherly bosom, and cry her grief and anger all away, but tears were an unmanly weakness, and she felt so deeply injured that she really couldn't quite forgive yet.
13 This was the first serious disagreement, her own hasty speeches sounded both silly and unkind, as she recalled them, her own anger looked childish now, and thoughts of poor John coming home to such a scene quite melted her heart.
14 Scarlet with shame and anger, Amy went to and fro six dreadful times, and as each doomed couple, looking oh, so plump and juicy, fell from her reluctant hands, a shout from the street completed the anguish of the girls, for it told them that their feast was being exulted over by the little Irish children, who were their sworn foes.