that she was making a flower-bed , and she stuckstickbig scarlet hibiscus blossoms into little heaps of earth , all the time growing more and more angryangryand mutteringmutterto herself the things she would say and the names she would call Saidie when she returned .
On the night before the assaultassaulton Seringapatam , he was absurdly angryangrywith me , and with others , for treatingtreatthe whole thing as a fable .