Do you know that not two moons gone the king was wroth
with you because he fell sick, and would have caused you to be slain had I not pleaded for you and called his oath to mind?
At this the innkeeper waxed very wroth
, and threatened if he did not pay to compel him in a way that he would not like.
The Sheriff of Nottingham waxed wroth
at the report, but all his traps and excursions failed to catch the outlaws.
He had sent the party after Abdul Kamak, and he was wroth
that instead of his erstwhile lieutenant they had sent back a wounded and useless Englishman.
I have a son too, and I should be very wroth
with those who detained him from me after a three months' voyage.
Then the princes of the Achaeans took the son of Peleus to Agamemnon, but hardly could they persuade him to come with them, so wroth
was he for the death of his comrade.
When first I dealt with Sahibs, and that was when Colonel Soady Sahib was Governor of Fort Abazai and flooded the Commissioner's camping-ground for spite,' Mahbub confided to Kim as the boy filled his pipe under a tree, 'I did not know how greatly they were fools, and this made me wroth
I felt unreasonably wroth
with Raffles, for coming into the conversation as he had done - for taking centuries in Test Matches as he was doing, without bothering his head about me.
So, while the blacks were wroth
at the continued pilfering of their fields, they were not discouraged in their efforts to cultivate the land, as would have been the case had Tarzan permitted his people to lay waste the plantation wantonly.
He grew very wroth
and confused when the prince asked for the portrait, and explained how it came about that he had spoken of it.
THEN THE SHERIFF was very wroth
because of this failure to take jolly Robin, for it came to his ears, as ill news always does, that the people laughed at him and made a jest of his thinking to serve a warrant upon such a one as the bold outlaw.
I could say man and tree and cliff and lion and a number of other words in perfect Caspakian; but such a vocabulary was only tantalizing; it did not lend itself well to a very general conversation, and the result was that Ajor would wax so wroth
that she would clench her little fists and beat me on the breast as hard as ever she could, and then she would sink back laughing as the humor of the situation captured her.