This was a very old anger, unveiled to me for the first time.

Not just the weight of old anger, but an inability to contain the new.

My eyes rose to his, reading an old anger.

She was his reason, and he couldn't let go of his old anger so easily.

His face was a mass of scars and old angers.

She felt the old anger smouldering still, and fought it down.

He lay and felt the old anger inside him grinding like gears.

His old anger for the victims of Despite drove him.

But the old red anger began to kindle in me.

She hesitated and took a deep breath, trying to calm old anger.