It was the white heat of high passion that broke the silence when he spoke again.
His eyes were ablaze, and there could be no doubt that his fury was at white heat.
But, during the same revival and while it was at white heat, old Squire Geo.
She was very pale now, her anger having reached a white heat.
It was lucidity at white heat: the last sublimation of passion.
John Ellis was at a white heat of rage and stubbornness now.
You can readily maintain it at a white heat, or even fuse it.
Aye, sir; he must have the white heat for this kind of fine work.
Swithin felt the white heat in those faces—it was not decent!
Cuthbert rushed up to town at once in a white heat of indignation.