He stole my young girl.

I killed him, as I hope all you Germans may be killed! But hope no longer gathers fruit in this land!" "Ah-h-h-h!" the crowd sighed in unison.
"Good man!" exploded Fred, and the doctor tried to kick him from behind--not hard, but enough to call his attention to the proprieties.
His toe struck me instead, and when I looked up angrily he tried to pretend he was not aware of what he had done.
Under the trees the commandant flew into a rage such I have seldom seen.

Each land has a temper of its own, and the white man's anger varies in inverse ratio with his nearness to the equator.

But furor teutonicus transplanted is the least controllable, least dignified, least admirable that there is.

And that man's passion was the apex of its kind.
His beard spread, as a peacock spreads its tail.