Some of the anger had left his face, which was good.

I saw the look of anger come into his eyes.

She went still for a moment, then turned a look of cold anger on him.

His mother said he had a lot of anger inside him.

I had expected a different kind of anger from her.

"They should hold a hand of anger over me so I do not go too far."

He could feel the power of her anger at his back.

Perhaps he had got to the end of his anger.

I asked, getting a little of my earlier anger back.

A little, but not much, of the anger had left his eyes.