He was neither
wrathful, cruel, nor tyrannical, but just and gentle as a king could be.
There it stands, on its two hind-legs, club in hand, immensely potential, passionate and
wrathful and loving, god and mystery and power all wrapped up and around by flesh that bleeds when it is torn and that is good to eat like any flesh.
Not that I would have a grudge against such
wrathful ones on that account: they are well enough for laughter to me!
With trenchant swords upraised and poised on high, it seemed as though the two valiant and
wrathful combatants stood threatening heaven, and earth, and hell, with such resolution and determination did they bear themselves.
And when he was compelled to retire again, he did it slowly, sul- lenly, taking steps of
wrathful despair.
But before Pierre could decide what answer he would send, the countess herself in a white satin dressing gown embroidered with silver and with simply dressed hair (two immense plaits twice round her lovely head like a coronet) entered the room, calm and majestic, except that there was a
wrathful wrinkle on her rather prominent marble brow.
With a
wrathful snort the woman confronted the door, but it was slammed hastily in her face and the key was turned.
Then was Dawra very
wrathful. And when, in the morning, the messengers came before him asking that he should fulfill his promise, he refused them.
MILLWARD,' I exclaimed, in a tone of
wrathful menace that made the reverend gentleman look round - aghast - astounded at such unwonted insolence, and stare me in the face, with a look that plainly said, 'What, this to me!' But I was too indignant to apologise, or to speak another word to him: I turned away, and hastened homewards, descending with rapid strides the steep, rough lane, and leaving him to follow as he pleased.
And when Edward's name was spoken, Society shook its head, and laid its finger on its lip, and sighed, and looked very grave; and those who had sons about his age, waxed
wrathful and indignant, and hoped, for Virtue's sake, that he was dead.
As she was looking in this way, she heard Seth's step just outside the open door, towards which her back was turned, and said, raising her clear treble, "Seth, is your brother
wrathful when his papers are stirred?"
Perhaps our most laughable exploit on the fish patrol, and at the same time our most dangerous one, was when we rounded in, at a single haul, an even score of
wrathful fishermen.