1 Mary sat up in bed and felt miserable and angry.
2 A sort of angry shadow passed over the boy's face.
3 For a moment Basil looked angry, and then he began to tease.
4 Because it doesn't make me angry any more to see her laughing.
5 "If he ever gets angry at me, I'll never go and see him again," said Mary.
6 It would have made her angry to think people imagined she was her little girl.
7 It was not the custom to say "please" and "thank you" and Mary had always slapped her Ayah in the face when she was angry.
8 He said it in his grumbling voice, and then quite suddenly he seemed to get angry with her, though she did not see why he should.
9 She wasn't doing any harm, but if Mr. Craven found out about the open door he would be fearfully angry and get a new key and lock it up forevermore.
10 The noise and hurrying about and wailing over the cholera had frightened her, and she had been angry because no one seemed to remember that she was alive.
11 And now that an angry unsympathetic little girl insisted obstinately that he was not as ill as he thought he was he actually felt as if she might be speaking the truth.
12 She hated them so and was so terrified by them that suddenly they began to make her angry and she felt as if she should like to fly into a tantrum herself and frighten him as he was frightening her.
13 She pretended that she was making a flower-bed, and she stuck big scarlet hibiscus blossoms into little heaps of earth, all the time growing more and more angry and muttering to herself the things she would say and the names she would call Saidie when she returned.
14 The coming of Dickon and how it had been told to him, the doubt of Mester Colin and the final drama of his introduction to the hidden domain, combined with the incident of Ben Weatherstaff's angry face peering over the wall and Mester Colin's sudden indignant strength, made Mrs. Sowerby's nice-looking face quite change color several times.
15 She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived.