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1  A conscious unrest seethed in his blood.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce
ContextHighlight   In Chapter 5
2  He returned to Mercedes and, as he brooded upon her image, a strange unrest crept into his blood.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce
ContextHighlight   In Chapter 2
3  He started up nervously from the stone-block for he could no longer quench the flame in his blood.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce
ContextHighlight   In Chapter 4
4  His blood began to murmur in his veins, murmuring like a sinful city summoned from its sleep to hear its doom.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce
ContextHighlight   In Chapter 3
5  The rector looked at him in silence and he could feel the blood rising to his face and the tears about to rise to his eyes.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce
ContextHighlight   In Chapter 1
6  The sudden legend startled his blood: he seemed to feel the absent students of the college about him and to shrink from their company.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce
ContextHighlight   In Chapter 2
7  He felt that he was hardly of the one blood with them but stood to them rather in the mystical kinship of fosterage, fosterchild and fosterbrother.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce
ContextHighlight   In Chapter 2
8  He turned landward and ran towards the shore and, running up the sloping beach, reckless of the sharp shingle, found a sandy nook amid a ring of tufted sandknolls and lay down there that the peace and silence of the evening might still the riot of his blood.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce
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9  The mirth, which in the beginning of the evening had seemed to him false and trivial, was like a soothing air to him, passing gaily by his senses, hiding from other eyes the feverish agitation of his blood while through the circling of the dancers and amid the music and laughter her glance travelled to his corner, flattering, taunting, searching, exciting his heart.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce
ContextHighlight   In Chapter 2