1 "I wouldn't have Cade on a silver tray," cried Scarlett in fury.
2 Jonas Wilkerson, hat in hand, stood beside her, his sallow tight-skinned face hardly concealing the fury of hate that possessed him at being so unceremoniously turned out of the best overseer's job in the County.
3 Because she hated herself, she hated them all with the fury of the thwarted and humiliated love of sixteen.
4 She was looking at the dirty handkerchief, and humiliation and fury were filling her.
5 Melanie turned on her like a small fury.
6 She began yelping again shrilly and pinched Scarlett so hard she cried out in pain and fury and shook off her hand.
7 At the thought of the kitchen, rage suddenly leaped up in Scarlett's breast, so sharply that it jabbed at her heart like a knife thrust, and fear fell away before her overpowering fury.
8 At the sight of Ashley in rags, with an axe in his hand, her heart went out in a surge of love and of fury at fate.
9 Now Jonas shook with a fury equal to Scarlett's and his sallow face was as red as an angry turkey gobbler's.
10 She could not breathe; he was choking her; her stays were like a swiftly compressing band of iron; his arms about her made her shake with helpless hate and fury.
11 She hated the impudent free negroes as much as anyone and her flesh crawled with fury every time she heard their insulting remarks and high-pitched laughter as she went by.
12 Let others burn with fury over the Yankee rule and losing the ballot.
13 But the military authorities were in a fury.
14 Scarlett turned in a fury on Johnnie Gallegher and met his coldly angry gaze.
15 The hate that enveloped the Bullock regime enveloped her too, a hate that had little fire and fury in it but much cold implacability.