1 Her blood, also, stirred within him.
2 A rose shook in her blood and shadowed her cheeks.
3 The grass of the forest had been spotted with blood.
4 There was a stifled groan and the horrible sound of some one choking with blood.
5 He knew it, and he felt as if his blood had changed in a moment from fire to sluggish ice.
6 There was blood on the painted feet, as though the thing had dripped--blood even on the hand that had not held the knife.
7 When the blood crept from its face, and left behind a pallid mask of chalk with leaden eyes, he would keep the glamour of boyhood.
8 The selenite waxed and waned with the moon, and the meloceus, that discovers thieves, could be affected only by the blood of kids.
9 He loved to stroll through the gaunt cold picture-gallery of his country house and look at the various portraits of those whose blood flowed in his veins.
10 The thing was still loathsome--more loathsome, if possible, than before--and the scarlet dew that spotted the hand seemed brighter, and more like blood newly spilled.
11 If in some hideous dissecting-room or fetid laboratory you found this man lying on a leaden table with red gutters scooped out in it for the blood to flow through, you would simply look upon him as an admirable subject.