1 At such times he betrayed no anger.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER I THE BATTLE OF THE FANGS 2 But this was quickly followed by anger.
3 A mad rush of anger sent him leaping in amongst the combatants.
4 This was not Bill's way, for he was easily angered by sharp words.
5 Bill spoke gravely and slowly, with no hint of the anger that was raging within.
6 " the dog-musher began softly, then changed his mind and betrayed a rising anger of his own.
7 He did not love Grey Beaver, yet, even in the face of his will and his anger, he was faithful to him.
8 He could feel the pricking and stinging of the old anger as it strove to rise up in him, but it strove against love.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 5: CHAPTER IV THE CALL OF KIND 9 As he struggled around the ring, the fifty pounds of his foe ever dragging on his throat, his anger passed on into panic.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 4: CHAPTER IV THE CLINGING DEATH 10 He was plainly expectant of a rebuff, and he was just as plainly surprised when her teeth did not flash out at him in anger.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER I THE BATTLE OF THE FANGS 11 Contented sounds saluted his ear, and when he heard the angry voice of a woman he knew it to be the anger that proceeds from a full stomach.
12 The surprise and hurt of it brought a yelp out of White Fang; but the next moment, in a rush of anger, he was upon Lip-lip and snapping viciously.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 3: CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE 13 In return he feigned anger, bristling and growling ferociously, and clipping his teeth together in snaps that had all the seeming of deadly intention.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 5: CHAPTER IV THE CALL OF KIND 14 With a slight manifestation of anger, Cherokee took up the pursuit again, running on the inside of the circle White Fang was making, and striving to fasten his deadly grip on White Fang's throat.
White Fang By Jack LondonContextHighlight In PART 4: CHAPTER IV THE CLINGING DEATH 15 But White Fang's throat had become harsh-fibred from the making of ferocious sounds through the many years since his first little rasp of anger in the lair of his cubhood, and he could not soften the sounds of that throat now to express the gentleness he felt.